Completely strip away the title of Mrs. Shang.

He Zeyu shifted his posture, thrusting the cigarette held between his fingers into the ashtray resting on the desk. With a gentle tap of his index finger, the ash fluttered down following his motion. Only then did he leisurely withdraw his hand, place the cigarette back between his lips, and take a deep drag. He remained silent for a long while, seemingly deep in thought.

Han Mo spoke again, "Boss, do you also think that Shang Linjun is the most likely suspect?"

Hearing Han Mo's words, a smile that Han Mo could not quite fathom crept onto the corner of He Zeyu's lips.

"Having followed me for so long, your perspective on things hasn't improved in the slightest." With that, seeing Han Mo's somewhat puzzled expression, He Zeyu continued, "If this matter truly is related to Shang Linjun, logically speaking, the spear points..."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with curiosity. With so many people around, he wondered how much revenue was generated today.

Since Xu Shizhi and the others had not left of their own accord, they must have been taken away by someone without a sound. However, whoever took them away surely knew or sensed that someone was secretly protecting them. Given that, they must have had a certain degree of certainty before making their move.

Mid-air, dozens of figures stood, each surrounded by surging auras resembling burning flames that had materialized into substance.

"You don't need to worry about me, though. I haven't taken them seriously at all." Yan Qin flashed a wide, sweet smile at Han Chen.

After saying this, noticing the two boys diagonally behind glancing toward Xin Yu from time to time, Mo Yuhan lowered her gaze with an inscrutable expression. She set down her cup, rose to walk over to Xin Yu, took the coat draped over the back of the chair, and gently draped it over Xin Yu's shoulders, leaning in close to her ear.

Many people, upon entering university, look back and wonder how the knowledge they studied in high school could have been so simple, and why they hadn't managed to master it back then.

It was only now that Xu Yifan truly understood the inner workings of the life-and-death battle between Weng Haomiao and Kou Jiashu on the Black Water Stage.

In the past, only those skilled in horsemanship were truly able to ride horses; otherwise, falling off was remarkably easy.

"Is it just beginning? Unless it is an absolute last resort, Father, please do not intervene... This kind of pain is still within what I can endure," Chu You said softly, a sharp, fierce glint welling up within her dark eyes.

The distraction caused by the shadows left the six of them with no time to evade, forcing them to take the three sword strikes head-on. Instantly, various celestial rivers materialized, blocking the path of the pitch-black blade Qi.

"And what kind of creature are you? Is the Bai family completely out of chains, letting someone like you roam free? Let alone you, even your old man couldn't do a thing to me back then. What makes you think you have the right to howl here like a ghost?" Ling Yu retorted sharply, tit for tat.

Aetes's gaze was filled with unspeakable excitement. For a helper like Qi Wuze, who was willing to extend a helping hand at Colchis's most difficult moment and stood resolutely against the gods, his heart held nothing but gratitude.

"No, no, I'm looking for my wife. When the Xiongnu entered the city, my wife and I were separated, and I want to find her," I hurriedly explained.

This was precisely the countermeasure Qi Wuze had devised against the weaknesses of the technique. Unless overwhelmed by sheer, absolute power, such a technique was unbreakable in a duel of equals.

Zhang Mu casually stopped in front of an angel-shaped mecha, and upon seeing the price tag, he gasped in astonishment.

She began to reminisce about the days spent together with Qi Wuze in the past. Yet the more she recalled, the more profound a fluttering sensation she felt in her heart, as though something within those fond memories was guiding her path—a path that would allow her to find Qi Wuze again.

"Tianji pays respects to the Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao." Only then did True Immortal Tianji kneel and shout respectfully, his face written with fear.

Xun You took a sip of tea and looked at me eagerly. After pondering for a moment, I said to Xun You, "When shall we set off?"

At this point, no matter how formidable the Demon Realm, the Beast Realm, or the Abyss Realm might be, none of them possessed the strength to defy the heavens and simultaneously fight against all the myriad realms. Such a course would only lead to self-destruction.

Ping'er pulled Su Su's hand out from under the blanket, catching sight of the needle pricks on Su Su's fingertips, a flash of pity crossing her eyes.