Chapter 90: The Culinary Culture of Old Peking (Please Subscribe)

In the evening, Gu Mian had barely stepped into her apartment when she received a call from Wang Shulan, informing her that business could resume.

“Thank you, big brother, you’re the best.” Mu Ling decisively discarded the nearly lifeless Mu Huairen and his companion, wrapped up the black flood dragon’s corpse, and watched as the dark aura swiftly burrowed into its qi sea, absorbing the dissipating spiritual energy from its beast core.

With these thoughts, Ye Tian went to the secluded villa. Upon entering, he found dozens of people already assembled, all senior members of the Xuanyuan family.

Their family of three had returned to their hometown with the intention of moving all their belongings to Ziwu County for a permanent stay.

A voice, cold and gloomy, echoed through the hall, and suddenly no one cared about the three hundred people anymore; everyone was reveling in visions of the future.

When I stepped outside, I saw her open both cakes, candles flickering atop them, with a bowl of longevity noodles by the side.

Is that so? Hu Xiaoxiao recalled her father once saying, a thousand years ago, the Central Plains were not a place anyone could simply enter. Moreover, cultivation methods seemed always to originate from there.

The next moment, a young man wielded his sword, darting forth like a gust of wind, but the elder merely shifted his stance and dodged the attack, then calmly raised his hand and swept his palm toward Liu Chiting.

The scene shifted, and Liu Chiting, holding his wine gourd, stepped inside. The place was small; the sound of a zither carried on from ahead.

Seeing that Liu Chiting was unwilling to speak, Mo Chaoren didn’t press further and instead suggested they visit a place before leaving.

Suddenly, another roar echoed from within the cave, startling Tu Ming, who quickly hid behind a massive boulder and activated his martial soul to conceal himself.

Mu Yi reappeared at the same spot where he had previously entered the Immortal Tomb. As for Soulflame, that was his own affair.

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Shouts rang out, but the experts’ eyes were cold, their auras violently agitated, causing the entire Wanji Star to tremble.

The two arrived in the rear garden. Fang Siruo pulled Xie Gongbao to the corridor pavilion and glared at him, as if she had a thousand sorrows to pour out, but remained silent. The pavilion stood atop a cliff beneath pine trees, exuding a chill, and Fang Siruo’s gaze was colder still, like frost in midwinter.

“You’d better check first before you speak, or you’ll regret it,” Feng Yan said with a strange smile.

“Indeed,” Tu Ming sighed, “The Dao is damaged. Now, even the half-supreme of Jialan is considered the strongest, but in the past, he was just an ordinary martial artist, unable to even open someone else’s cave dwelling. Rather ironic.”

Zhan Yuchan danced atop a snow-laden carriage, her movements shifting through the snowy landscape. Snowflakes whirled around her like a sprite dancing in winter, her cold and ethereal aura perfectly matched her graceful steps.

Yet he didn’t realize that, on the other side of the bridge atop an office building, a shadow with blood-red eyes was watching him.

Chen Xiao nodded, and in the next instant, moved out of the stable void. Huang Yan and Chi Yan immediately followed.

To make the impossible possible, and the infinite finite, profound beyond words—whether the final step can be taken is unspeakable, unknowable, and unsearchable.

Wen Wan Jun sighed softly. The Yan family parents had said that if it was only Xie Jining, even though he was divorced once, it wouldn’t affect his marriage to Yan Shanyue.

Chen Limu sensed danger and gestured for Yang Zi, who had just finished brewing tea, to withdraw. Yang Zi understood and quietly left, closing the door behind her.

The company’s employees behaved themselves for a few days during Xu Chang’s absence—perhaps because he’d left them instructions before departing.

If you get lost in the wild, there is a method: walk with your eyes closed and you’ll eventually find your way out. But in the corridor, if you walk with your eyes closed, you’ll move very slowly, and before you’re out, the ghost behind will catch up.

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“You can’t expect us to go find Director Lin, he’s busy these days,” one of the guards said.

Because of this, her face was adorned with a smile, looking far better than her usual sharp and sour expression.

But perhaps no company will forever be under Xiao Hua’s control, except for his direct subsidiaries and staff. In those, the wise endlessly flatter and curry favor, while the diligent old hands who only focus on their tasks and rely on recognition from the leadership are the ones who get targeted.

None of the three noticed that Yun Qingchou was present, but his strength was so far beneath theirs that they didn’t even realize it.

For reasons unknown, Night Sacrifice felt this room was strangely familiar, and the oppressive atmosphere made him want to escape.

It was obvious that Ding Keyu, once aloof and out of place in the apartment, had changed dramatically since love arrived. He no longer disliked or looked down on others, had lowered his guard, laughed and chatted, and finally blended in with everyone.

This middle-aged man had long stepped back from the frontline, but the scholarly air polished by time was even more refined. His features resembled those of Ge Yu, but his demeanor was much steadier and more mature. Even sitting across from him, Su Yi didn’t feel the sorrow of old burying the young.

Ye Miao wasn’t in a hurry. She crouched down, aligning her gaze with his, smiling quietly as she waited.