Volume 1, Chapter 34: Wan Yan is not the only man in the world.

Ignoring the astonished looks of the servants, Wan Yan entered his room and locked the door behind him. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed and closed his eyes, not even bothering to change out of his sodden clothes. He thought to himself that if he were fortunate enough to wake up from this sleep, he would sever all ties with his former way of life.

The lacquer that had been laboriously harvested from the mountains was usually collected by itinerant merchants from Yang County who visited the town. Zhao Chan had once asked them what Yang County was like.

Li Haiyao also noticed that Chen Jun was sitting with his posture held a bit too rigidly, guessing it was due to his underlying nervousness.

Xu Shu slapped his forehead, quickly took a few sips of water, and opened a tin. Inside was some kind of meat; the taste was very bland, but for him at this moment, it was just right.

"Other than that, the only thing I can think of that remains the same as before is the private room upstairs. It still looks the way it did, but that was a deliberate recreation—it was painstakingly decorated to match the past."

"Then why don't you calculate the winning numbers for the next lottery," Feng Jing said, taking a sip of the tomato and egg soup in her bowl.

The total force structure consisted of 1,176 personnel, with nearly four hundred vehicles including combat vehicles, logistical support, transport, and towing units.

I shook my head speechlessly, glancing away to see Peng Yifan staring fixedly at his phone, though I had no idea what he was looking at.

At the very least, it could inflict massive damage on a Tier 2, Level 31 Blue-named variant, the Ghost Tree Demon—this was something proven through actual combat experience in the ruins.

Coming to his senses, he looked at Yu Xi, who was kneeling before him. Chen Daosheng, who had already felt a fondness for her, found that the more he looked at her now, the more he adored her.

Clearly, compared to his powerful mother, his own way of playing games by secretly tasting forbidden fruit seemed rather low-class; he was completely eclipsed by her.

And so, on this hillside, a bustling logging operation unfolded. The indigenous warriors were natural-born carpenters. Over a thousand of them worked together to build a catapult, following the metal model crafted by the dwarves, and the first machine was finally, albeit clumsily, completed.

The Sky Python, Moro, showed no change in expression as he spoke. He did not take the old man's words to heart, even though the man before him was his own grandfather.

Meanwhile, on the chaotic battlefield, several other skirmishes remained deadlocked; the lion-faced man and Wang Nianzhi had fought their way into the sky and vanished from sight.

Li An had no choice but to hand the blueprints he had drafted to Li Yu, telling him to study them carefully and see how well-executed and precise his drawings truly were.

You cannot wake a person who is pretending to sleep, nor can you pull up someone who is determined to crawl into a pit. Those with weak characters are easily held hostage by morality, making it difficult for them to escape the trap of being a sibling-coddling enabler.

Princess Linglong knew that Hu Mingzhu was in low spirits and did not dare to bid farewell to Ying Feiyang and the others at such a moment; she simply commanded her sea beast and rode the waves away.

It had been over a month since we last met. The feathers on Deborah's wings had become even purer white, and her eyes were filled with cunning. She tilted her head to examine me; I felt as though our magical contract was now little more than a formality—this was hardly the attitude a magical pet should have.

"So, after peeling away so many glamorous layers, it turns out I have absolutely nothing," Lady Aelia sighed softly, taking a sip of golden apple wine.

Furthermore, since the Rebellion of Di Lingtian thirty years ago, the Blood Clan had suffered devastating losses, followed by thirty years of repeated persecution. The former Master of the Asura Path, Xue Wanlu's father, Xue Qiannian, had died during this period. If Xue Wanlu was indeed born of the Blood Clan, why had there been no word of him helping when the clan was in crisis, only to step in today?

He knew Helgason well; this was a man of immense ambition who had always wanted the Stoneclaw Tribe to become the largest Northlander tribe within the Kingdom of Thalas. He had originally meant to use this opportunity to humiliate them, but having brought shame upon himself instead, there was no way he would let the matter rest.