Chapter 50: Insincere Words

Quietly bloomed within her pupils.
Like a ray of light tearing through the darkness, abruptly illuminating her fathomless world.
She stared blankly for a long time.
Just as she was about to turn her head away, a dark figure standing not far off caught her eye.
Her mind went blank, and for a moment, Xianyu thought she was seeing things.
That tall silhouette, the upright posture, slender legs, and extraordinary bearing...
Seeing the change in attitude of the several Five-Element Alchemists, the high-ranking officials of the local Alchemists' Guild looked at each other in dismay.
He intended to step into this shadow of the world, and utilizing the connection between the origins of the Three Gods, track down the mastermind behind the scenes and unearth them completely.
Thinking it was the Taoist priest from earlier returning, he shouted impatiently. However, there was no reply from outside, leaving only silence. This instead made him panic, yet he dared not open the palace doors to check.
Hearing these words, a smile appeared on Su Qingcheng's face, and her expression as she looked at Mingsheng was filled with satisfaction.
Echoing in her ears were still the words spoken by the Flower Mother: Su Xiaoran and Hua Yan must keep their distance.

It was no longer a secret that Zuo Qingyun had a child. In such a large company with so many people and loose lips, there wasn't even a single whisper of gossip about it.
"Mu Qingsheng! Stop messing around! If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry!" Li Xue was also annoyed.
After making up her mind, she immediately sent a voice transmission to Bai Yunfei. Having been repeatedly bombarded by her sister's rare treasures, Bai Yunfei had grown numb to it. Upon receiving the transmission, he immediately typed the words: "One kilogram of meteor silver, ten grams of imperial-grade flame" onto the screen.
Ever since she traded a lifetime's worth of 'yang energy' for this palm-sized trinket, Ruan Rong's top priority every morning upon waking up was to groom and adorn herself in front of it.
It was rare for the Young Master Bai to be considerate, largely because he was afraid that angering the stubborn Bai Yunfei would cause all the young masters to lose face.
As Zhao Wen spoke, tears streamed down her face like rain falling on pear blossoms, making Ye Wudao's heart ache immensely. But matters of the heart were simply beyond one's control.
"Since the hospital has already been treating my brother, let them continue with the treatment. We can keep eating, and after the meal, I'd like to ask Dr. Lin to go to the hospital once more to re-examine my father and see if we need to change the prescription," Zhang Ying suggested.
She ate a casual breakfast by the roadside and then asked the breakfast stall owner where she could rent factory buildings and equipment nearby.
Now that the initiative was in Ye Wudao's hands, he wasn't anxious at all, nor would he lose his composure just because of an oil field.
"The enemy planes bypassed the air defense positions and headed straight for the command post. The air defense positions are largely unharmed," said Huang Tao.
Subsequently, a police officer began rummaging through the luggage, pulling out the suitcases stored in the compartment one by one to let two police dogs sniff and inspect them.

"Impressive, Consultant Lin is truly an expert, even so well-versed in the art of tea." Director Chen gave a thumbs-up. Being able to taste what kind of tea it was wasn't surprising, but being able to discern its origin and whether it was fresh or aged—that was not something an ordinary person could do.
After all, that was the number one family in Jinling, a great family that even provincial leaders had to cultivate ties with.
"Dr. Lin, you're here." As soon as Lin Fei and his companion stepped through the door, Zhang Ying greeted them with a cheerful smile.
The person pushing open the courtyard gate was none other than Lin Fei. He had spent the entire day at the veterinary clinic without a single patient visiting, so he simply decided to return early, taking the opportunity to spend more time with his father.
Indeed, I am not a good writer, so I sincerely apologize that I can only update in my spare time.
With those words, Yang Cheng put the lute away into his spatial pouch, raised the tattered holy sword, and charged forward first.
The groom dismounted and walked to the front of the coffin. He gently kicked the front of the coffin a few times with his foot, and then tapped lightly on the coffin lid with his hand. What this meant, I did not understand, but I could tell this must be some kind of custom.