In the latter half of the night, Jieshou Stronghold blazed with lights. The Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits of the stronghold and the twelve heroes of Shimen Stronghold fought through the night by lamplight. Everyone brought out their true skills in the contest, and quite a few were injured and forced to withdraw. Amid waves of jeering, cheers, and curses, twenty-four people were ultimately chosen.
Naturally, Wan Jianxin and Zhu Fantian were not included in the quota, so when dawn came, there were twenty-six people heading north. The weakest were at the Qi Refining third layer, while the strongest were the two Fortress Lords at Qi Refining Perfection.
Heading all the way... At this moment... On the surface, those two seemed to have no problem, but in truth, they appeared to be caught in a tangled predicament.
Xia Chunmei watched the entire scene from the shadows and could only say that shameless people truly were invincible under heaven.
If it had been a personal grudge, it would have been easier to handle. After all, the person currently holding power in the Nanyang Hou Residence was not the eldest Young Master.
The villagers chattered away in discussion, inwardly lamenting that Xia Chunmei had turned disaster into blessing. If the Fan family had not harbored ill intentions, how would Xia Chunmei have had the chance to meet such a wealthy fiancé?
When Lin Xiao Juan saw the Chen family slink away in disgrace, her face filled with disappointment as she cursed the Chen family for being useless.
Not long after Chen Youxiang, having received his promise, left, Zhang Ze's office door was violently pushed open again.
But that still was not enough, because in a sense, using lyrics to describe a complete story was actually rather insufficient.
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