129 Unyielding

The Imperial Zenith Hall is the tallest structure in the entire Imperial City. It occupies a vast area, standing tall and magnificent with intricately carved beams and painted rafters. Guards stand watch at the entrance.

Qin Xiaolan felt her nerves tighten. She looked up at the plaque of the Imperial Zenith Hall, her heart pounding so hard it felt as if it might leap from her chest.

"The Imperial Zenith Hall... I have finally arrived at the Imperial Zenith Hall!"

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked up the steps with a light, rhythmic gait.

"Halt!"

This was also a point of concern for Lu Zhisong; there was always a lingering feeling that he might be climbing above his station.

Because of this, the status of the Baixiao Sect in Changqiu County not only failed to decline but actually rose significantly, faintly showing signs of becoming the premier sect. The several other factions that had previously been on par with the Baixiao Sect now paled slightly in comparison.

"Victim blaming" is the assertion that those who suffer harm do so because of their own shortcomings.

He could not fathom where this moral sense of "preserving one's purity" came from; thinking about it, he found it quite amusing.

At the time, Xu Nuo had not yet broken the legs of the hundred or so members of the Crow gang. Had the police moved in too early, it likely would have incited those thugs to riot prematurely, and with such overwhelming numbers, the officers would not have been able to contain them.

The one who caught him was, naturally, Yan Changlan, who kept his attention on him at every moment and reserved a portion of his spiritual sense to watch over him even while meditating.

As the wedding date drew closer, the Zhou family, after much deliberation, finally informed Zhou Tengfei, who was serving in the military, about the wedding invitations and Zhou Zekai’s marriage.

Usually, Tiffany maintained a steady, uniform speed, but when the music reached those crucial signature lyrics, Witt Lee would slow down slightly, adjusting his "motor" to ensure his driving rhythm perfectly synced with the words.

Zheng Yanzhong was truly terrified now; he grabbed Zhou Zekai’s arm, trembling with anxiety.

Just as Fan Yiming was about to turn off his phone and head inside, a verification message popped up on WeChat.

In an instant, thick fog churned, and cries of agony shook the sky. The wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves were earth-shattering and soul-stirring.

Because of the siege by Imperial Chart, the players had subconsciously grouped the two together, assuming they would team up to slaughter the other players, leaving none alive; after all, the deterrent power of two such titans together was even greater.

In the end, the affair was discovered, and the two were cruelly torn apart by the Demon Emperor Feng Yinhu. Facing death, Subi took on all the consequences.

Those with smaller households were somewhat pleased, as selling their surplus grain would earn them more copper coins, which was essentially a pay raise.

One of his hands plunged into the belly of the Nine-Tailed White Fox, piercing straight through it.

If these three steps were separated, any chef could accomplish them with ease, and under normal circumstances, they would be second nature to everyone. Yet today, no one dared to do so.

Naturally, this meeting, which would decide the fate of the majority and the potential extinction of Yalong Mountain, would remain unknown to anyone outside the fold.

The Pill Maniac turned a deaf ear to the provocation from Brother Eight. He merely stared blankly at A-Dai, though a tumultuous storm raged in his heart. That the I Ching was a manual for alchemy was nonsense. However, the secret that the I Ching covertly aligned with the art of alchemy was a monumental revelation.

Most of the Wuhuan families captured by the two Xiongnu armies had no relatives serving in the military; they would henceforth be sold into slavery, though they were currently unaware of the plight that awaited them.

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiu lifted her gaze to look at her. The latter appeared anxious, filled with concern for her teammates' predicament and the trepidation that they might refuse.

With this thought, Shaohua suddenly felt emboldened. Subconsciously, she lifted her proud head and cast a look of mockery, disdain, and lofty contempt toward Lu Zhiyun.