Chapter 463: Visiting Canglan Palace

Another half-hour passed.

In another patch of seaweed beneath the sea, Xia Daoming reappeared.

After fumbling among the seaweed for a while, Xia Daoming once again slipped away silently using the Shenha water Dun .

After an hour, he reappeared at another spot beneath the sea.

After shifting locations more than a dozen times like this, Xia Daoming finally returned to the sea surface and released his Auspicious Cloud Dragon Boat, heading straight for Guiyun Immortal Island.

During these five years, in Suopo Xu, Xia Da

As he thought this, the governor of Liaocheng felt something stir deep within the pit, as if moving toward him.

Stepping out the orphanage gate, Qian Xing’s eyes flickered with coldness; he had already asked a young volunteer about the situation.

Mo Li did not object and followed him to the nursery, spoke with the doctor to take the child out, but only his second brother was home, and Mo Li could not relax.

Shen Chengren asked the server for two glasses of juice, but Ning Qian began opening her eyes, focusing intently on the show.

Gao Zhan nodded in agreement; when Ning Qian told him, he hadn’t directly voiced his concern because he sensed she was especially enthusiastic about it.

With this, Lin Chuxia had explained the entire story clearly; if Luo’an Marquis still failed to understand, he was simply too foolish.

From Shen Chengren’s expression, he seemed on the verge of collapse—did he even see the text message I sent him? And if he did, could he calm down enough to think this through?

After Fang Hua sat down, the butler did not linger; he personally took the reins and drove the carriage toward the hunting ground, with two armed guards on each side. Once on the official road, everyone grew curious—who was inside this imperial carriage?

“Are my minor wounds more important than Zhu Zi’s life!” Chu Xi shouted. He knew Zhu Zi—that boy wasn’t so reckless.

“Mom, I understand your worry, but Yang Lan isn’t that kind of person. If she were, she could’ve become deputy director of the Tourism Bureau during the Orange Arts Festival two years ago—why wait until now?” Liu Qing argued with his mother in the living room.

Upon discovering Ning Xinyu had woken, Luo Yu’s heart calmed somewhat. He was not a shy man and understood the responsibility a man must bear. Without fetching clothes, he pulled the beautiful, captivating Ning Xinyu into his arms, his body burning hot, with no barrier between them.

Among the people of Shu Mountain, Li Tianfeng’s name stirred confusion; after all, legends had long circulated about Li Tianfeng and Shi Feixuan—Shi Feixuan’s current state was entirely due to Li Tianfeng, and now they realized it was all true.

Batis nodded. But at that moment, a servant rushed in, face tense, whispering a few words into Ping Tuo’s ear.

She felt a force lifting her upward, gradually freeing her from that painful, chaotic state, granting her unprecedented relaxation—as if every bond and restriction holding her had vanished in an instant.

Moreover, he didn’t even understand meridians or acupoints—he simply followed Zhou Nan’s guidance, and yet he seized all the blessings.

Entering the recording booth, Lu Tian put on his headphones and asked Wu Bo to adjust the track.

Aside from a few insiders with good connections, no one else would know of the clash between the two companies.

On the other side, Bisiji also won easily; the two happened to meet in the elevator, and their rooms were assigned close together—almost directly across from each other.

Mu Ci hadn’t expected this matter to be so simple; she had already planned a whole series of arguments in her mind, but Hu Xingjian had simply agreed outright.

A series of soft puffs—Jiang Mian looked up, and the entire space was lit by dim yellow torches.