There was still no answer. However, at that moment, Jiang Bai saw a figure rise from the willow tree, arc through the air, fly to a spot hidden from the two anglers, and slip into the river.
"We've already contacted the original supplier. We're waiting for a response," the factory director said, his expression unnatural.
What Zhang Feixiang wanted was to create a true Huaxia fantasy blockbuster. It would not only require world-class special effects, but also distinctly Huaxia elements, so that it could appeal to both the Huaxia and international markets.
Against such a backdrop, the Demon Race army charged forward at a breakneck pace. In a mere two years, they had occupied sixty percent of the Barbarian Race's territory. Vast numbers of barbarian tribes had been slaughtered; apart from a small portion that gathered with the Black Barbarian Tribe, the remaining survivors fled into remote corners of the wilderness.
Fujita did not want to fire either, because once he did, the army of Japan would arrive. When that happened, it would be difficult for him to explain himself.
Everyone present was a high-level sixth-rank cultivator. Among the ordinary masses of the human race, they could all be considered Senior experts. Naturally, they had weathered all kinds of calamities, and there was no need for lengthy explanations.
Ren Fufei merely gazed sideways at Qin Man, his eyes darkening little by little, unfathomably deep.
To keep up appearances, Red Hair reported to Mo Nan's home punctually every day. Whenever he came, he carried food in his hands, creating the illusion that Su Manning was still at home. And it had to be said, the trick really worked. Su Manning had been gone for days, yet no one had noticed.
Thus, Jiang Sinan hoped she would not let such precious affection