Chapter 63: Donning the Dragon Robe, Lord Kong the Seventh

“Even you, the king of the underworld, have to show him some respect?”
Chen Yang was a bit surprised.
Zhou Tianhao looked slightly embarrassed and explained helplessly, “Mr. Chen, here’s the thing—this Kong Seventh Lord isn’t from Yunzhou. He comes from Jinling, and has a powerful clan from Jinling backing him. I really can’t afford to make a move against him lightly!”
The influence from Jinling...
When the executive assistant pointed this out, the designers all recalled that Nan Wan was Ina’s final disciple, and their expressions shifted subtly.
Being in the same profession, Nan Wan understood more than anyone how the average person only dreams of lying back and letting wealth pour in. Unfortunately, reality is merciless and fiercely competitive, forcing people to work themselves to the bone.
“Don’t go to the studio today. If you trust me, I can handle things for you for the time being.” In front of the full-length mirror, Fu Jin Xiu fastened his buttons. Hearing movement from the bed behind him, he turned and spoke softly.
Although he wasn’t sure if this was really Elizabeth Castle, Fang Xiu kept his composure and turned around, just in case.
Jiang Sheng didn’t have many thoughts on the matter. After hearing from Jiang Yuan that she could one day run her own business, she devoted herself single-mindedly to saving money, hoping to open a garment factory in the future.
It was only at this moment that Genos realized the space had returned to normal, and he could finally step onto the battlefield where the two were fighting.
At that moment, Ying Ge and the others inexplicably felt a chill. They turned their heads slightly, catching sight of a towering figure standing behind them, radiating an aura like a monster. Beneath the black cloak, there was a pair of emotionless eyes tinged with a faint murderous intent.
Yet, no matter how righteous and proper a place may be, there are always hyenas and flies lurking in the shadows. The only difference from other cities is the proportion.
Just as Liang Min was still reeling, a single sentence from Qin Jue plunged her into boundless fear and despair.
Xu Lai moved to tear at Su Yunxi’s clothes as he spoke. To him, Su Yunxi’s desperate resistance was utterly meaningless.
Although Wang Shan merely patted Wang Tian lightly on the shoulder, Wang Tian could already sense Wang Shan’s cultivation. He realized that Wang Shan had broken through the fifth stage of the Embryonic Spirit Realm, the “Qi Explosion Stage,” and reached the sixth, the “Qi Condensation Stage.” His abilities had advanced considerably, and his strength had soared.
Li Xiaoyun was too tired to argue with him any longer. He was a lunatic, a rogue; there was no reasoning with him at all. She simply closed her eyes and ignored Zhou Yuchen.
After a group of guests left their private room, Li Xiaoyun busied herself cleaning up the aftermath. At last, her day’s work was done. Perhaps she’d spent too long in the stuffy break room earlier, but now her head ached from the oppressive air. She decided to get some fresh air on the rooftop—she couldn’t sleep this early, anyway.
Then there was the softness in his grasp. The touch was enough to send tremors through his soul. Just thinking of the delicate beauty beneath that pale skirt made his blood race.
In the past, the Wang family’s ancestral martial art, the “Dominating Fist,” was only a quasi-royal-grade martial technique. Though it was close to royal-grade, the difference between the two was vast—utterly incommensurable. It couldn’t possibly be compared to the true royal-grade “Four Seasons Sword Art.”
Then came a swirl of air currents, and the old man descended from the golden eagle. His hair and beard were entirely white, making him appear ninety, nearly a hundred years old.
In this palace, filled with intrigue and complicated etiquette, one truly had to watch their words and actions. Otherwise, trouble would inevitably follow.
It turned out Lu Fei was worried about me. How could I not be moved at a time like this? Yes, Lu Fei was older than me, old enough to be my elder brother. But that didn’t mean I had to live under his wing. I was born stubborn. If others could do it, so could I.
“You look truly beautiful.” Jing Hao completely ignored what Li Xiaoyun had said, his deep and magnetic voice enough to set her blood ablaze.