Chapter 153: President Chen's Personal Arrival

"Do you remember what I said to you before? Being your life assistant would still be much better than my current job." Seeing Li Wanbai open her mouth as if to say something, Su Chengzi hurriedly interrupted, "Stop, stop, stop! Spare me that whole speech about how I need to have my own life and shouldn't constantly cling to you. Of course I know I should pursue my own aspirations to some extent, but from this alone, it's pretty clear that I really have zero passion for being a jewelry designer."

Li Wanbai was left stunned.

The long-haired man remained silent, but the person beside him let out a loud roar, stepping forward with a hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

Glancing sideways at Tang Shi's neighboring room, Murong Susu hesitated for a brief moment before reaching out to push the door open.

The capital city today is like a single drop of water falling upon Mirror Lake... sending ripples outward to shake a majestic metropolis.

Shortly after, I immediately felt a warm current from within her body flow into my hands, and then disperse throughout my own body.

The pioneer of New Oriental held aloft the sacred fire, yet he was defeated. The supreme recipe, reputed to be invincible, ultimately backfired and reduced his cultivation to the Q-tier; now, even the sacred fire is something he can scarcely control.

Judging by his current injuries and those bloodstains, I could tell he wasn't faking it, but I was still furious—how could this fellow just abandon Uncle Tang and run away by himself?

Sun Yirong listened in amazement. As she took the food and ate, she pondered: ordinarily, the space opened up by a warrior in the early stages can store at most four or five hundred beast souls, yet Wang Jing didn't even care about a space holding one or two hundred. Just how massive was the space inside his body?

I had often considered just tearing through this layer of pretense, sparing myself the exhaustion of guessing day in and day out. But I lacked the courage to actually say it aloud; I finally realized that I wasn't afraid of telling her, but rather afraid of being rejected. Living under the same roof, things would only become that much more awkward.

Wang Jing crawled out first. The snow-covered mountains were a blinding, vast expanse of white, dazzling to the eyes, but as a newcomer to the military camp, Wang Jing still found everything utterly novel, shading his eyes with his hand as he gazed into the distance.

"What on earth is going on here! An elder of a sect has been killed—and completely wiped out by someone—yet you lot can't even deduce who the murderer is? If it were any other elder, fine, but it just had to be Elder Wang Xianque!" roared the master of Bright King Mountain, cursing incessantly.

"Look, this wasn't intentional on my part. Think about it: last time you broke into my room, and this time I broke into yours, so let's just call it even," Nightingale said with a helpless shrug, spreading her hands.

Yun Xiao's expression grew solemn upon hearing this. If Xue Fenghui wasn't the one who set the fire, who could possibly want her dead? Yun Xiao cast a chilling gaze toward Xuan Yuanrui, questioning him with her eyes: Could it be that the Empress Dowager is trying to drive me to my death?

Yongle sweet white-glazed porcelain was relatively popular during the early and mid-Ming Dynasty, serving as an item exclusively for royal enjoyment. Although commoners occasionally attempted to imitate it, their craftsmanship was vastly inferior. The imperial workshops of the Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong reigns in the Qing Dynasty achieved much more successful reproductions that could almost pass for the real thing, while the late Qing and Republican era imitations were mediocre at best.

Liu Yunfei took a careful look, and certain that he did not recognize him, couldn't help feeling a bit bewildered: Am I really that famous now?

Many people were even speculating whether Wang Xiu's current strength allowed him to rank among the top mid-laners domestically.

Although he could consume a hundred pounds of meat in a day, he didn't eat it all in a single sitting; after getting a few dozen pounds of rice and meat down his stomach, he simply couldn't manage any more.

"His Lordship the Prince also knows my elder brother. By the way, my brother said that if I were to see His Lordship the Prince, he hoped I could express his gratitude to Your Lordship in person." Gongyang Junjun didn't seem afraid of Li Ye in the slightest; she gathered her skirt and squatted down right in front of him, looking somewhat like she was just chatting familiarly with Li Ye.

Duan Jinrui was running around in a frantic flurry. Liu Mo Yan occasionally fluttered her eyelids, hazily catching sight of the man pacing back and forth beside her, and drifted back to sleep with a sense of security.

"That can hardly be considered very strong. Why is he so confident?" Jun Ziran could see that Black Shura's brute strength was indeed superior to Fang Dong's, but as for defeating Fang Dong in just three swords, Jun Ziran failed to see how Black Shura possessed such capability.