Chapter 74

Interacting with fans didn’t take much time—it was just taking photos together, answering their questions, and giving out parting gifts.

The preseason, including today’s preparation, had run from afternoon straight through to night, leaving the players somewhat exhausted.

After dinner, Jiang Ming outright refused the Five Little Ones’ request to go find an internet cafe nearby for training, and herded them all back to their rooms.

So while he spoke, he occasionally slipped in a new word—something novel to him, though it had no real impact on him.

"Where’s the picture?" Mo the Shopkeeper didn’t look at Qingqing; he had been silent for a long time, and Qingqing’s heart was pounding—after all, her story was three parts truth and seven parts fabrication, and if challenged, she would gain nothing. But she was certain that, given Mo the Shopkeeper’s nature, he wouldn’t confront her—he’d resolve this to preserve the shop’s unity.

Suddenly he recalled a few insights he’d gained into spatial laws; channeling his Qi into the Mystic Shield based on those insights, something exhilarating happened.

“Only within the An Prince’s mansion can Yaoyao remain safe,” Gu Zhiqi said, brief but piercing.

With both pillars of the family now fallen, Luo Zhongli had grown so pessimistic about her younger siblings and this household that she could hardly imagine things getting worse.

“Ya’er has lost too much weight—she needs to eat more to recover,” Qingye Zhuo ignored what she said and spoke on his own.

Could his two purple soul rings really be real? Even if they were, he shouldn’t have lost so cleanly, so utterly, with no chance to fight back—his pride wouldn’t allow it.

That emperor’s cold gaze made him fear even a single glance—he was capable of doing it.

One crisis followed another, and Gao Mingxia was no longer able to cope. Neglecting management of Shengyi Technology due to these external matters, its quarterly performance plummeted severely within less than half a year.

Ye Fanchen fell into silence—War Immortal, Art Immortal, Artifact Immortal—these must have been the three great lineages of the ancient Immortal Realm.

Gu Shiqing knew this too, so when she lowered her head, she made a face at Gu Jun.

Yue Miao was moved to speechlessness; she’d expected Yue Han to dissuade her, but instead he defended her so fiercely.

A breath flowed through his chest, and suddenly his spirit returned—his depleted strength surged back instantly, his bloodshot eyes regained their former brightness, and the heavy arm he’d held across his shoulders dropped away in an instant.

In the image, a stone stele faintly appeared, standing on an endless, desolate land; beside it, “humanoid” humans slowly emerged—they built houses, leveled hills, and eventually, the dwellings clustered around the stele became villages, towns, cities, and finally kingdoms.

After escaping the Xia family, Gao Xiang called; Xia Xi stared at the name on the phone but lacked the courage to answer.

Yue Miao rushed anxiously to the Peach Garden entrance—Xiangyun favored places rich in immortal energy; many immortals would gather here, and Xiangyun would accumulate—she needed to use magic to disperse the Xiangyun across different zones.

Zheng Tianhe had held the position of Governor of Jiangnan for years and possessed many secrets. He dared not bring these items into the imperial palace and had to trouble Jun Jingxun to go there personally.

He Lanxuan scoured ancient texts and combined them with Miao techniques to tailor a medicinal decoction and acupuncture regimen for her. But the process was excruciatingly painful for the mother, and Jin Jiali was only three months pregnant—He Lanxuan feared she wouldn’t survive.

After washing up, he went downstairs; Lin Ma had laid out his breakfast—only one portion, no Gu Xintong; perhaps she’d gone to work.

Some words I once intended to take to the grave, I now wish to advise you on—after all, you’re a child I raised from the start.