Volume 1, Chapter 60: Does This Ring Have a Mistress?

Ning Yu’s brain raced frantically, and she did not answer immediately.

Li Shiyan’s gaze fixed on her, growing increasingly deep, plunging into pitch-black intensity. "Speak, Ning Yu."

She gripped the seat cushion beside her, looked at him, and said calmly, "What is wrong with you? Why are you suddenly asking this? I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Evasion, evasion again."

Li Shiyan was so exasperated by her attempt to gloss the matter over that he let out a cold laugh. "How much longer did you think you could keep this from me?"

Throughout the morning lectures, Gu Meng found it difficult to concentrate. The lingering uneasiness in her heart grew increasingly intense, as if some earth-shattering secret was about to be exposed.

"You're here." There was no discernible emotion in Li Wuxin’s voice, yet it left Li Bingran momentarily lost in thought.

Back then, Chen Xing was preparing to sign with East Stone Records, the most powerful record label in the pop music industry. With boundless prospects, heavy media backing, soaring fan engagement, and an unrivaled level of popularity, he walked into every occasion brimming with vitality and supreme confidence.

Utterly humiliated, Yun Hualong bit down on his lips so hard he didn't even realize he was bleeding. Watching Zhao Xingchen depart, he clenched his fists tightly.

"Uncle Zhang, you know that compared to my family and friends, none of these things matter to me," Ye Tianyu replied. Although he didn't like Lin Derong—even feeling a certain aversion toward him—that was Lin Wushuang's father. Even though they weren't related by blood, Lin Wushuang cared deeply about him.

At an altitude of thousands of meters, apart from the occasional flying magical beast flashing past, there was nothing else. The blue sky and white clouds were as picturesque as ever, but even the most stunning scenery becomes a burden when viewed for too long.

"What is this? Didn't you always deliberately stay far away from her in the past, Master? Why are you teasing your disciple today?" Changsheng asked.

That was true. Ye Tianyu smiled and said, "Since that's the case, let's continue moving forward." The three of them proceeded on their way. After passing through this wide expanse, they arrived before a stone gate not long after.

Zhang Tianyang glanced over at their side, where two men in black were eager for a fight, while on Sister Lu's side, another man in black was blocking their path. He immediately turned and rushed toward Sister Lu's direction.

Long Ge and Yuan Qiong wore looks of utter astonishment, which soon melted into smiles. If someone associated with Shi Yi couldn't even make this level of progress, it would defy explanation. However, the achievement of the Dao's power was still an immensely distant concept for them.

This is the second update. The next one will be around 11 o'clock, and the one after that around midnight. I will definitely write them out, but those who cannot wait can read them tomorrow. Also, I am asking for collections; I yearn to be collected.

The Cliff of the Moon had collapsed, leaving rubble scattered everywhere. A dilapidated stone pavilion still lingered in its death throes, and terrifying sounds of friction echoed from time to time, as if it could crumble at any moment. Finally, amidst a deafening roar, it completely caved in.

The Royal Academy went without saying; the overall momentum it emitted was undoubtedly the strongest and most domineering among the six teams.

After a moment, he raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flickering across his pale, handsome face. As if encountering an unsolvable puzzle, he rubbed his temples and lowered his gaze in deep thought.

On the third and fourth days, it remained the same—the stock fluctuated up and down, holding steady at a certain price.

A high-pitched groan pierced through everything, stimulating every single cell in Song Zheng's body. Following a fierce wave of impact, everything returned to tranquility, leaving only those rapid pants lingering in the air.

Finally returning to the Demonic Realm, Ye Fan was in no rush to enter the first-tier mystic realm because he still had the most important matters to attend to.

The Left Path served as the base camp for miscellaneous sects. Peddlers, laborers, servants, and bondservants all fell under the umbrella of the Left Path—commonly known as working in shady trades—hence the saying "heretical and unorthodox paths."

The Alchemy Courtyard was simply too vast, making it impossible for him to investigate everything thoroughly in just a few days. After half a month had passed, Luo Tian had roughly figured things out. Within this Alchemy Courtyard, there were three locations of paramount importance.