"I'm right about this, aren't I?"

Hearing this, everyone in the audience suddenly understood.

Over the past while, the Lin family—a newly risen second-rate clan—had been brought up time and again. Beyond discussing their ties to Wei Zhao, many had also debated how exactly the family had risen.

Yet for all the talk, no one had ever reached a clear conclusion.

In the end, they could only credit Lin Hongchou's skill in managing the household.

But now, this...

At this moment, Yizhi was deeply worried about Tongzhuang's situation. He hurried toward the office, intending to look up Tongzhuang's contact information.

In any case, no conclusions could be drawn from the research, so he might as well take it back and show it to the System. After two days of study, Liu Ning had discovered that the System also possessed an appraisal function.

It was almost as if Lin Chutian had crafted a terrifying nightmare for Qiongqi—and the source of that nightmare was Lin Chutian himself.

Gotland gave a bitter smile. "My show has always been like this. It's hard to add any creativity, and even if I did, it wouldn't have the effect you and the Magician achieve." With that, he walked back to the lounge, dejected.

"I believe it!" Blue Bull smashed the two mountains into powder. "There's a record in our history: when you encounter a cat, history will be rewritten. Perhaps that refers to this great event. It's no coincidence!" Blue Bull said.

She did not linger long at the Seven Emotions Hall; after eating a little, she returned home, where she found three missed calls on the landline and two on her mobile—all from the dean's office.

The Great Wizard did not know whether their return should bring worry or joy. In the basin, beast tamers had already climbed the tower one after another by way of the Sky-Reaching Grass, whistling incessantly to their returning beasts.

The old monk glanced briefly at the mottled, sundry scars left below where the monster had died, softly recited a few words of a rebirth spell to deliver the departed souls, then turned his gaze to Tang Zeng, his disciple, and spoke softly.

Beneath long lashes were a pair of large, bright eyes; a single blink revealed boundless spirit. Her delicate features seemed carved—so lively and fine that one's eyes lit up and one could not bear to look away.

"She used to call me directly, but now that you're here, it's more convenient than before. In the past, if I wasn't in Korea, she had no way to reach me." Sui Yang said, and then his expression changed.

"Your Highness Chong Sheng need not be so courteous. Whatever Your Highness commands, Yunhong will obey." Xue Yunhong clasped his fists and said.

As for the existence ranked first among the ten great mercenaries—Night!—its numbers were unknown, its leader unknown, and the chances of exposure even lower, yet it had repeatedly carried out assassination incidents that shook the world.

Once again, within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the retail investors worked a miracle, sealing pig iron—a variety that had always kept its head down in obscurity—at the daily limit-up.

More than a decade ago, Chunshan City had been a mining town, famous for producing a special mineral. But extracting that mineral wreaked too much damage on the surrounding environment. Though the people here were fairly well off thanks to the mines, their world looked as though they lived in a broken, ruined land.

Ma Bin sneered inwardly. The Four Seas Gang had long since changed hands, yet here he was still chattering and waving his hands about—how ridiculous.

From afar, Liu Chong saw a vast military camp, banners fluttering, indescribably majestic, indescribably grand, indescribably stirring. This place, this momentum—surely any man, so long as he came here, would feel his blood boil.

Xiao Fan said his piece, then turned and left the back mountain. Before long, he arrived at the courtyard where Tian Buwéi resided.

Behind the dark clouds that stretched north and south for several li, more than ten thousand other mortal cultivators still flew in dense swarms, like beans scattered in the air. At the front flew over three hundred mortal cultivators of the Liquid-Formation stage; behind them came the disciples of the Qi-Refining stage.