60,060.

When the time comes, once we get over there, hehe, does he really think Zhang Fan will be able to survive under the pursuit of a thousand masters at the peak of the Dark Realm?

"Sixth Prince, you have arrived." Just as he turned toward the entrance of the Hengshou Palace, an eunuch attending the Empress Dowager stepped forward to bow and greet him.

Hearing this, Xilin Mingqi finally relaxed the angry expression on his face slightly, flicked the hem of his robe, and followed her inside. After all, Bai Yin was Situ Yongling's elder, so taking the initiative to pay a visit was only proper according to etiquette and righteousness.

"Hey, Dong family, why are you all such stubborn blockheads?" Ouyang Li covered his face, feeling completely speechless.

"Fei'er, don't blame Wushuang. I was the one who asked her; I just wanted to help you both," said Axiang.

Seeing that this clue had not been cut off, Chen Ziyang let out a long breath of relief. It was good that they had found the person; at least this trip had not been in vain, and this matter would finally yield a result.

Zhaoyang was still breathing, though very faintly. He had already been on the verge of agreeing to retreat, so why on earth had something like this happened?

Seeing that Lu Li always looked anxious, Zhaoyang specifically had Xu Xi talk things through with Lu Li and replaced him with Qin Zhong to keep watch at the front.

By that time, he would have to find some other way to return from within this spacetime continuum; otherwise, for him, it would merely be the difference between dying sooner and dying later.

"You made this breakfast?" Nan Xiang opened her eyes wide in shock, her clear pupils as large as two bronze bells, staring straight at the man sitting opposite her.

"Although nothing happened, you saw it anyway, didn't you?" Si Qing'er's tone still carried a coy coyness mixed with subtle reproach.

If An Xinyue were to suddenly acquire a love rival, and that rival happened to be male—specifically Yuan Bai, who was always by Fu Chenhan's side—then she reckoned An Xinyue would surely lose her mind.

Yet contrary to expectations, Murong Mohan, who was usually so well-behaved and obedient, let out a cold snort at him and said, "Humph! I don't need your hypocritical kindness. Hán'er will find someone himself!" With that, she made a funny face at him and walked back into the courtyard without looking back.

Seeing Nan Xiang hesitate and fumble for words for a long time without uttering a single syllable, Jiang Yecheng reached out, took her hand, and led her toward the kitchen.

"It's a long story. I'm sorry, I still have matters to attend to, so we'll be leaving first." Du Ruoying concealed the emotions in her eyes, gave Nan Xiang a stiff, dry smile, and turned around.

Seeing An Jin refuse so resolutely, that person knew in their heart that even if they continued to pester her here, An Jin would not soften her stance or have any intention of changing her mind to cooperate with him.

Even if her heart was deeply reluctant, she still did not wish to see someone she had once loved so deeply live out their life in such a manner.

Li Fu did not find it strange, nodded, and said nothing in reply. Seeing Li Fu's reaction, Yue Yinzhen did not say anything more either, and immediately fled the courtyard as if escaping for his life, vanishing down the path in a flash.

Yet he had never granted her any authority whatsoever, nor even allowed her to step foot into his household kitchen.

Meeting Liu He again, Liu He was naturally overjoyed, pulling Zheng Chen along to tour the inner sect of the Liuyun Sect. There were still disciples in the inner sect whom Zheng Chen recognized, and even his old faction, the Qingfeng Alliance, was still around.

"You are too polite, Seventh Junior Brother. In truth, Master poured his entire life's dedication into you. Back then, just to refine that pill of heavenly tribulation, he wasted a full ten years of cultivation. If he hadn't saved you, Master certainly wouldn't have let the rest of us off," the second senior brother said with a smile.

"What the hell... did he actually get stabbed?" Wang Kang asked with some surprise, gazing at Wang Shicheng at that moment.

"Go to hell with your demonic nonsense! If I'm a demonic monster, then there isn't a single good person left in this world!" I cursed loudly, my single hand directly clamping onto Daoist Xufeng's neck. A surge of profound energy rushed through my body, leaving Xufeng without even the slightest chance to breathe.

When Sun Butai was cycling around the island, half-built concrete skeletons could be seen everywhere. Even after ten years, Qionghai's real estate market had yet to recover its vitality. There was no industry, agriculture was underdeveloped, logistics costs were high, prices ranked among the highest in the country, and per capita income was at the very bottom.

Moreover, the child's words explicitly revealed the identity of the general before them: he was none of other than Li Sizhao, a fierce tiger general of Jinzhong who had followed Zhou Dewei to suppress Luozhou and engaged in a bitter battle against the great Yan general Li Sian at the Battle of Baixiang.

Analyzing it down to the end, if they absolutely had to choose someone whose body needed to be sacrificed, the only candidate was that frivolous-looking Chen Fu.

Otherwise, Du Li would not have taken such a risky gamble; this melodious tune must have cost her an immense amount of vital energy.

Just as Baldy Wang reappeared in Heishan Town, Zhiqiang quietly returned to Liaoxian County.

Fortunately, Hou Wu had often led escort agencies into the Western Regions in the past and was quite familiar with the terrain along the way, so he could serve as a guide for the group.

Upon hearing the report from the front that visibility was less than 300 meters, Li Ningyu immediately turned his head and asked Tony beside him, "Are sandstorms like this common, and how long do they usually last?"

Suddenly, she spotted me within the group and immediately squeezed her way over. Just as I opened my mouth to ask, she grabbed me tightly without a word of explanation and pulled me straight outside.

"Yue Wuhen, do you still remember seven years ago when your Asura Sect wiped out the entire Vermilion Bird Manor?" an old man demanded accusingly.

"Stop talking! We need to leave this place immediately!" Murong put an end to the conversation, urging us to load the supplies onto the truck.

Ever since returning home, she hadn't stayed for very long. If she didn't go back after a few more days, there was no telling what her family would start thinking.

Let her cry this time, just this once for Han Zihe. Once she had cried her tears, tomorrow would bring an end to it all.

I was sharp-witted, possessed a good memory, and was articulate in both speech and writing, yet I utterly lacked any talent for dancing. Whenever I danced, my movements were stiff and my expression blank, making me worse than a wooden dummy—the exact type of student whom dance instructors would dearly love to stomp flat.

"Senior, you truly are Senior Fengqingzi," Xiao Rang sighed. Regarding the identity of the corpse, based on various preceding signs, he had harbored this suspicion in his heart all along.