Volume 1, Chapter 24: You, Step Forward!

Having carefully studied the recording stone containing Su Yun'er's secret, Ye Feng naturally knew what she was seeking. Looking at her attire and her daring night raid on the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, one could grasp the depth of her obsession. Ye Feng immediately took Su Yun'er's small hand and said with deep sincerity, "Yun'er, rest assured. Your affairs are my own."

However, her way of introducing them involved her personal relationships with both parties; even if Jia Wei and Zhang Cheng already knew each other, she could still introduce them in such a manner. Come to think of it, Jia Mei's position was a personal favor granted by the Emperor. In Lady Jia's household, the eldest son, Jia She, had already inherited the noble title; by precedent, the second son, Jia Zheng, could not inherit another.

Having walked only a few steps, Cho'gall was called to a halt. He turned around, casting a sharp, condescending gaze at the person who dared to stop him. In a strange place, showing weakness was a clear invitation to be treated as an easy mark.

"Too ordinary!" Mortals should act like mortals; the word "Dao" is too heavy—it is not something we can bear. Huang Yan did not approve of the name.

"Why does Elder Fu bring this up again? It truly makes me feel ashamed," Wei Ruolan replied with a smile upon hearing this.

"It is highly possible. Unable to procure enough newcomers, they have no choice but to provide cloned bodies to those who are not yet brain-dead," Zhang Yu said.

They could not accept such a situation. To be treated as sacrificial pawns for the sake of victory—they absolutely could not accept such a simple explanation. Such a matter could never be resolved with just a few words. Future expansion would inevitably lead to conflicts with other factions, and any population would be exhausted by these incessant wars. Races with high birth rates necessarily possess weak individual strength, requiring sheer numbers to offset the disparity in power during battle.

Su Jianjian looked up at Mrs. Su with a trace of disdain in her eyes. Mrs. Su gritted her teeth, grabbed a kitchen knife, and walked out.

One must know that among the 129,600 rays of innate spiritual light, the number of innate gods and demons is likely only about one-tenth. Among these, the top-tier innate gods and demons are fixed at 108, and the superior ones at 800; this is the limit ordained by Heaven.

"I imagine that you didn't just invite me up here to ask for my name, did you?" The casual tone of the remark dismantled the steward's intentions and laid them bare on the table.

Of course, this was thanks to the concessions made by the porcelain manufacturer, represented by the Mo Group, led by Mo Yihan.

"Qiuran, as long as you return, I will not make things difficult for her. I will ensure she is returned to her father unharmed," Zuo Linfan said, loosening his grip.

"Stop letting your imagination run wild. In any case, none of us are allowed to get into trouble. Blood Shadow and Bai Su have been gone for quite a while; they might have already left the Demon Tower!" Mei Li said.

For some reason, a voice in Sang Li's heart told her with certainty that he would not harm her. Although Mu Yun always appeared to be on the verge of anger in her presence, Sang Li could keenly sense his true thoughts.

Seeing the horizon outside the window begin to pale as the winter night faded, Sang Li was about to call Li'er to help her dress when she suddenly remembered that Li'er was still in Mu Yun's custody.

She knew that Beiming Ye was an extremely dictatorial man with a strong possessive streak. Staying with him required constant vigilance; she could not let him discover that she had other thoughts.

Just as Li Luowei prepared to jump, the bathroom door was pushed open by the still-drowsy Xu Xianrou.