Gu Yuan took out slips of paper from the iron box and began vividly recounting the stories written on them.
"Not at all. Everyone's in a bad mood, so they need to feel some happiness," Yang Ling said with a smile.
It turned out that artifact refiners in the secular world generally came from wealthy families. Coupled with the respect afforded to their profession, few people dared provoke them, so they easily developed an arrogant air.
Liu Changqing stammered for a long while and did not dare say anything further. He looked at his two elder brothers. The three had been together for a long time, and Liu Changqing asked with his eyes what they should do—whether they could fight their way out and escape.
Though he harbored doubts, beauty stood before him—and foreign beauties at that. If he took photos, he could brag about them on social media for the rest of his life. At that moment, the testosterone in his body overcame his reason.
The reporters slapped their thighs as well. They remembered now. For such an important matter, they had actually suffered a brief mental blank. It was not entirely their fault; they had kept thinking about which officials might be involved and had never considered businessmen.
A dragon's roar came from the Heaven-Contending Ruler in Long Yuan's hand. Zhang Kuang raised his sword over his head to block. Although Long Yuan was powerful, Zhang Kuang had now cultivated the Prisoner Ox Manual, and such tremendous strength could not do anything to him.
At the same time, elsewhere, roughly twenty li from the manor, there was likewise utter silence without a sound. The atmosphere was somewhat eerie, strangely similar to the scene Yi Han and the others had just encountered.
"You still haven't acknowledged it? Then what