Chapter 61: Things remain, people have changed, and all things have come to an end

The next morning, He Jingyue took the earliest flight to Shanghai for a business trip.

Due to Lu Qiuyi’s resignation, the other assistants always seemed somewhat lacking when handling sudden high-end itineraries, so Chief Secretary Su Nuo accompanied him on this trip once again.

After the industry seminar in the morning, the afternoon's itinerary was a private racecourse.

Chairman Chen was a legendary self-made man, warm and forthright. He had come to Shanghai from a remote mountain village at the age of ten, working as a porter, a waiter, and a peddler.

Right now, Huangfu Minghan was in a fit of rage, so it would be best for her to keep quiet. Who knew what kind of temper this terrifying man might throw next?

She didn't need him to care? In that case, the reason he had sent Lu Ya to summon her was simply to ask for her opinion? Well, it was best if she didn't have to worry about it. Nan Ye curtsied in salute and withdrew.

"Brother Xiao, are you really alright?" Hua Lingyun was already kneeling in front of him, holding Han Changsi in her arms.

"Tell me, how is it interesting?" Xuan Zhongwu was also moved by her words. This girl always had some novel ideas that ordinary people could never anticipate.

"Master, I always feel that Father hasn't passed away; he must be protecting us from the shadows everywhere," murmured Red Candle, lying on the other side.

"You say she is from the Shura City?" Red Lotus looked at Dongling again. No matter how she looked at her, she was just a very ordinary girl who had nothing to do with a place like the Shura City.

Originally, Tang Dingguo had intended to exchange a few words with him, but seeing Mei Jie's disdainful expression, he suppressed the thought back into his heart.

A sense of powerlessness arose in Tang Dingguo's heart. He truly didn't know how to argue with a girl like this. Although it couldn't quite be called casting aside the ladder after crossing the bridge, it certainly had a bit of that flavor.

Compared to other parts of the Heavenly Martial Holy City, the Immortal Market appeared rather ancient and dilapidated, yet an immense number of people came here.

Never had he imagined that this day of happiness would also become the saddest day of his life. On this day, old Fei passed away peacefully, and he would never have to suffer from asthma again.

Gu Yanxi felt as though she were in a dream, terrified that if she disobeyed, the dream would shatter, and she nodded foolishly.

Lin Zhenghao smiled and said, "It's your son's full-month celebration, how could I not come to send my blessings!" With that, he presented the gift with both hands.

Looking back at the sacrificial altar, Tianyan already sensed that the Emperor Slaughtering Sword was drawing closer and closer to him. At that moment, his joy was utterly beyond description, for he knew that Ye Shaoxuan was alive and rushing toward him.

Xingxing Wuhua, the son of a defector, was not originally of the same path as the other four. Yet, facing the even more ruthless men in black, he had no choice but to draw closer to his blood-related brothers. Fortunately, none of the other four currently knew that Xingxing Wuhua was the traitor's son.

Her technique was far from standard; the massage was not quite hitting the right spots, and doing it this way would only interfere with his work.

Lei Ling nodded. Having been born amidst this biting wind, his perception of this place was naturally much sharper than Qi Ming's.

"Indeed. For a month now, you have relentlessly attacked the Azure Pool City, and so many disciples of my Night Palace have died. Shouldn't you consider the matter of compensation?" said Ye Shaoxuan.

"You aren't trying to act as a lobbyist for him, are you?" Fu Boyi said here, casting a contemptuous glance at me.

The moment that scent wafted over, the deathly Qi slowly gathering around them paused in unison. From within that deathly Qi, face after face emerged. These faces all took a deep breath simultaneously, expressions of intoxication appearing upon them.

During this brief span of time, Duan Qiu and the others had already eliminated nearly four hundred spider zombies, yet in the distance, within the mine shaft, a vast number of spider zombies could still be seen crawling toward them.

Chen Jing's black hair drifted apart with the current like black waterweed, and his azure robe, originating from the Dragon-Sliding Gorge River God's grotto-heaven, did not bear a single speck of muddy silt.

He merely flicked his fingers in the void, pointing to the rivers and mountains, giving a strong sense that with a wave of his hand, vital energy would transform into soldiers and spells would naturally manifest.