Song Qingyuan was no worse than Yuan Ming, but in team competitions, Song Qingyuan had basically never beaten Yuan Ming. The main reason was that he was used to fighting alone; suddenly having to work with teammates to win matches was still somewhat difficult.
It was said that Ding Meng's promotion had also been his doing. Though it had not been confirmed, it was probably true.
This district alone occupied roughly a quarter of the imperial capital, an enormous area. Controlling every intersection in the district naturally required a huge number of people, to the point that even the cultivator clerks from the Ministry of Works and all the personnel from the Imperial Capital Prefecture had taken to the streets.
Only then did Gu Hanyi abruptly loosen his grip. Jian Yue pressed her lips together and angrily tugged at the tie hanging around her neck as she walked toward the balcony.
Neither of these two sects had permanent members stationed in the imperial capital. They rarely went out to travel, mostly shutting themselves away in their own territory, which left Du Jing puzzled.
Who knew that Princess Anyang simply did not appreciate it? Her body already felt unwell, and now everything looked unpleasant to her—even the Empress Dowager.
"Fine, I'll take it! I definitely won't let down the trust Brother Ye has placed in me!" Guo Baokun declared solemnly.
"That's wonderful! Rest assured, Martial Uncle! We'll definitely keep it secret!" Feng Changchang said happily, while Quan Changqing and the others beside him nodded repeatedly.
"Manager Lu, please sit here!" The HR manager pointed to the seat at his right, indicating that Lu Yiyang should sit there.
After Xia Churan left that room, she emerged somewhere completely unlike what she had expected—a pitch-black space where she could see nothing at all.