Chapter 107: Music Bureau

Li Qingluo bowed and said, "This humble woman will summon her to see Your Highness immediately."

Zhao Ti nodded, picked up a brush, and began writing the Thousand-Character Classic on rice paper.

Moments later, a knock came from outside. Zhao Ti said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Wang Yuyan entered from outside. She performed a wanshu bow and said, "Your Highness has returned."

Zhao Ti looked at her; she wore a lotus-colored light gauze shirt and a snow-white skirt. Her eyes were like clear water, and her expression held some unease mixed with some self-disparagement.

After Master Wu finished speaking, he hurriedly approached his exclusive alchemy room to study the prescription his disciple had given him. However, halfway there, he suddenly remembered he had not prepared the materials, so he directly took out a jade tablet and began summoning Ye Fengxi to send the materials over.

"I suppose you also know that in this trial ground, there are many demonic beasts," the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox said.

Liu Han was a stout man of about fifty. Although he was exceedingly polite, one could still see his disdain, resentment, and fear toward the Heavenly Society in his eyes, which flickered from time to time.

Hao Youqian did not understand traditional Chinese medicine, but he could clearly feel that as the needle entered his body, his blood seemed to be flowing throughout his entire body. For a few moments, he felt as if he could move his whole body.

Lu Xinrui stared at the youth before her in shock. Such a burst of cultivation realm far exceeded the third stage of Object-Driving; it was not an exaggeration to say it was the peak of Object-Driving. When had Yan Nianxin become so powerful?

Guo Tao was so frightened he dared not move a muscle. Of course, he could not answer, because he had been playing at home for these past few months.

The sound of chopping vegetables rang out continuously. The dishes seemed to have been cut by a precise machine, produced in batches, with every style identical.

Even if this robot truly could not provide him with more clues, nor offer any useful intelligence; even if we set all that aside, at the very least, there was still an energy body on the robot's chest.

Everyone was struck in the mind by the terrifying sword intent, their bodies entering a rigid state of paralysis, unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as the BOSS's health bar skyrocketed from zero.

It was simply that Qi Zhaoyan was too busy to attend, which had caused her to become this soulless, disheveled figure.

Time and space are different. What Wu Yao and Professor Luo Huan taught Sun Li was not a footwork pattern to walk out of the formation, but a rhythm.

And now, Li Huailin directly called out to him, putting him in a somewhat awkward situation. It was obvious that the surrounding gods were casting questioning glances: What is your relationship with this fellow? Why does the other person seem quite friendly with you? Could you be a traitor to the God Clan?

The stalls in this Ghost Market were basically the same: a piece of cotton-linen coarse cloth or beast skin spread out, with various items placed on top, either chaotically or neatly.

This memorial on ritual and education, drafted by the Regional Military Advisor Council, contained only eight core characters: Officials and merchants together, revival of ritual and education.

Moreover, as the scale of domestic exports expanded day by day, trade disputes with other countries also increased.

Gu Xiuxiu fell onto the deck, suppressed once again by the Eight Desolations Divine Fall Suppression Technique. The desperate screams that had been constantly erupting from her throat suddenly ceased. Her two eyeballs bulged, nearly popping out.

"How is this possible... running all the red lights at a speed approaching 200 kilometers per hour? Is your driver's license still valid?" Asama forced his head upright, looking at Su Su across from him, who was leisurely placing an order with the waiter.

"It matters not. Once one breaks through to the Immortal King realm, these things will mostly be useless," Wang Ming shook his head.

At this moment, he was leisurely chatting with Zhang Yunbo, introducing to him the various advanced performances of the Dream Sky-Space Plane.

When they originally discussed attacking Wei to seize Fanyang, Zhao Yan strongly recommended Yue Cheng, wanting to use Yue Cheng to suppress Lian Po.

"Then why do you always pass messages to me in such a timid, fawning manner? I have never seen a Creator as spineless as you," Chen Bo said, speechless.

"Master, what are those things used for?" Mo Fan pointed to the pile of unfamiliar materials.