Willow Dark Flower Bright

Elder Jiang's pill refining was plain and unadorned, his movements exceedingly simple, without any of those flashy techniques. It looked like nothing more than placing the Spiritual Material in a mortar and grinding it up, adding a few drops of spiritual liquid once it was pulverized, then stirring it. After pouring it out, he rolled it into pills between his palms, opened the furnace lid, placed them at the bottom of the furnace, and finally fanned the Heavenly Lightning Fire beneath it with a palm-leaf fan.

Liu Xiaolou had not seen many people refine pills, but he had at least watched Old Hudu do it. Old Hudu's techniques truly resembled a butterfly flitting through flowers. Yet what left the deepest impression was far more than that. Casually, he fired most of the company's employees simply because they did not respect Brother Kai; amid laughter and conversation, he set up a transport company with dozens of container trucks and recruited people by the hundreds and thousands.

At 4:57 in the afternoon, a Hummer sedan blared its siren and screeched to a halt at the entrance of H City Hospital.

I was utterly stunned by the sight before me and paid no attention at all to what Lin Tong was saying beside me.

His body felt weak and limp, an abnormal hunger rose from his stomach, and his mind was still somewhat dizzy. Ron wanted to stand, but after getting only halfway up, his legs went soft and he collapsed to the ground.

But Chang Baxian was no ordinary man either. Even two years ago, when his wings had yet to fully spread, he had been able to turn the tide and overthrow General Ye. Now that he had accumulated another two years of strength, would his abilities not be even greater?