Volume 1, Chapter 31: Deftly Probing the Truth

"Old Wang, the department has certainly taken note of your tenacity in promoting wind power, but in this instance, I am truly unable to help."

Even as Maimaiti sparred with Lena, attempting to pry out the specific details of the loan project.

It was no wonder Hong Yandao had suppressed him so forcefully today. Perhaps he had already discovered his identity? Perhaps this was the very opportunity he had been waiting for.

To gain a foothold within the Great Rift, one must secure the protection of the Nine Sects; otherwise, mere survival would be a struggle, let alone growth and expansion. Only the Nine Sects held the standing to sit as equals with those terrifying, high-realm entities dwelling in the depths of the Great Rift.

After washing the dishes and taking a short nap, Xing Zeyuan went out to continue his training. It was an overcast day, and Fan Ao stood on the captain’s bridge, gauging the wind direction. The clouds in the sky grew thicker, the light dimmed, and albatrosses and boobies flew low over the sea.

With a subtle shift in his gaze, Meng Peiyuan walked downstairs and took a seat on a sofa not far from Bai Tongxi.

Mo Ranchen gathered up all the snacks scattered across the floor. These treats, which the Ye brothers deemed incredibly expensive, were all distributed by him to the onlookers nearby. He then found a comfortable spot to sit with a few bags, eating away while watching the two figures above the villa, who were on the verge of a fierce battle, with immense excitement.

"My senior's work mainly involves maintaining the basketball gym, taking inventory of equipment, and cleaning the court. And I’ll be working hard alongside him!" Aida Yanichi explained. To put it bluntly, it was just doing odd jobs so the players could train more effectively.

Xiao Mian’s look of disdain and wariness wounded the bandit. Seeing her move to close the door, he immediately blocked it with his hand, stopping the door from shutting, and then squeezed inside before pulling it closed behind him.

But having just regained consciousness, he found his cultivation entirely gone. Overcome by agitation, he tried to gather his strength but could not, his hands left trembling uncontrollably.

Mo Nan parried with his long sword, and the two began to chase and fight through the alleyway. Amidst the blurred figures, there was nothing but the clashing of blades and the flickering of sword light.

"Forget it, I’ll do it myself. Elder Ji is a senior member of the sect with a noble status; it would not be right for me to be so presumptuous." Luo An declined with a smile, not wanting them to spot any flaws in his pretense.

Wang Haoran was unclear about the origins of reincarnation, but he was well-informed regarding the Underworld’s decision to seal the channel between the living and the dead.

Elborn was a sickly man, clad in a tattered robe with a complexion so pale he looked as if he had little time left. Axel reached out instinctively to touch him, but his arm passed right through Elborn’s body, as if he were merely a phantom.

Qi Canghai moved in harmony with the white crane, intending to release his vital energy to steady Huang Chen’s posture, but he realized such an intervention was unnecessary just as he was about to act; Huang Chen had already awakened from his meditative trance.

After running for over ten miles, Wang Hao sensed no one following him and began to study the two precious swords.

The acolyte was very professional; as soon as they stepped out of the villa, he began transmitting theoretical knowledge of dark magic to Wang Hao.

High in the Himalayas, at an altitude of over 5,000 meters on a snow-capped mountain, the Giant Ape cradled Master Chanshan and trudged forward step by step.

Jun Zhu did not step forward. As long as the other party returned home safely, that was enough; he had no intention of taking things further. They were not even friends, yet to dart across the road like that—were they trying to throw their lives away?

If one still wanted to improve beyond this, they would simply be chasing a life of pure luxury. The Wei Jie Inn offers an average monthly salary of ten thousand, plus five social insurance funds and a housing provident fund, with room and board included. If one is not satisfied with these conditions, they might as well start their own business or find a wealthy patron. Such people are not suited for the Wei Jie Inn.