134 A New Approach to the Metropolitan Examination

Zhang Meixi assessed the state of her heart and concluded that it was steady. Her gait remained light, and a smile graced her face throughout.

All administrative affairs were handled by Director Qian; they only needed to concern themselves with his mental well-being.

There was no need for formalities; the two had met before, and it was a comfort to Park Ji-eun that Han Tae-jun still remembered her.

"That depends on whether you can convince them!" Lu Zhongli did not care. His current state of mind had transcended the gains and losses of individuals or territories. Love, family, and friendship had all faded into insignificance, reaching a level where he viewed all things with the detached indifference of nature itself.

Nelson took the helm personally, maneuvering the Victory at over twenty knots in a fierce pursuit. The first mate joined Zhang Qingfeng on the observation deck. Upon learning that a fight was inevitable, Pang Dahai hauled over two hundred kilograms of equipment up to the crow's nest on the foremast, preparing to act as a human artillery battery.

Yoona wiped her hair with a towel, her hands moving gently; her hair was a precious treasure that required careful treatment. As she wiped, she noticed Han Tae-jun’s burning gaze fixed upon her.

The boys in her class felt too shy to strike up a conversation. Throughout four years of college, Bai Qi'er only saw them in class; she never interacted with them in daily life.

When Lin Lin saw the scene, she was momentarily stunned. The imagery was not of a mecha, but rather resembled the stiff-moving robots often seen on Earth’s technology channels.

Once Yan Sha left, Gu Feiyi arrived. Being old acquaintances, it was easy to get close and secretly build connections to prepare for their escape.

A somewhat dark and thin Daoist boy, who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, rode a horse along the main road.

He hadn't seen that sprite for days, which meant it was still alive; he hoped not to disappoint Qing Ge.

After giving instructions to Qi Dong, Wen Wenwen rubbed her temples and closed her eyes to rest for a moment. There had been too many things lately, and she felt utterly exhausted.

The mysterious ancient martial arts have reappeared in the world; what kind of turmoil will they stir in the rivers and lakes of old? What chaotic times will they bring to the future of the martial world?

Feng Wu picked up the herbal medicine that had been crushed by Pomegranate’s foot and walked away haughtily. Seeing Feng Wu’s smug look, Pomegranate ground her teeth in anger, but the moment she thought of the consequences, she couldn't help but shudder.

The next day, they began their work. During their breaks, they didn't forget to inquire about news of the Red Fortress.

A blade of energy traversed nearly ten zhang in an instant. The man had no time to block and hastily rolled away to evade it.

One sentence left Han Anran and Han Anqi stunned. While Xinjiang City might not be teeming with masters, it certainly had its share of top-tier experts and powerful figures.

Ever since she was drawn into the war, Luo Xin had never liked this violent world. She had even thought about destroying it; even surviving in the wilderness would be far better than this terrifying reality.

What time was it? He must not miss it. Fan Guoqing was secretly anxious, but all his belongings had been confiscated when he was captured; he didn't even have a way to check the time.

She suddenly understood that the original owner had likely treated Lv Ping so well that she had lost sight of her own identity, gradually veering off course driven by greed.

In fact, it was less a city and more a ruin; almost all the buildings had collapsed, with only a section of the city wall left standing.

However, Qi Zhixiao's performance dispelled his last lingering doubts. Sighing at the fortune of having such an absolutely loyal friend, he channeled the full effect of the medicine he had already ingested into the Qiankun Map.

"This is an expensive hemostatic agent. The fact that it hurts just proves it’s a good medicine," Zhi Ze said.

Against the backdrop of such an era, Zi Yang had only studied seriously for one year, spending the next two years largely idling. However, because his foundation was solid, his skills had not completely faded.

But in truth, many people end up holding onto a useless ultimate move simply because they can't even get close to the enemy.

Zhao Feijun asked Ren Tian to share his thoughts, as it was customary at each Chengshan Gathering to present the Most Outstanding Youth Award. Any sect that could cultivate such outstanding youth must have put in immense effort, and those who received such an honor should, of course, bring glory to their sect at that moment.

Before he could finish speaking, he felt two cold arms reach out from behind his neck, hugging him tightly, while something soft pressed against his back.

"Hey, Uncle, besides the Ana you just mentioned, are there any other legends around here?"

"I think so too. Coach Z, if nothing goes wrong, the Green Dragon will be our opponent during our special training, right?" Hei Sha held Coach Z in high regard.

It was because Ruofan had been filming with the crew for nearly a month that she had no chance to run into him, let alone return his things.

Recently, news of infighting and internal struggles within the crew had been rampant. In this internet age, everyone could access information through their phones; preventing the source of the news was impossible, and the prevailing anxiety was inevitable.