Volume 1, Chapter 39: Domestic Matters

"Dad, how has our business been lately?" Lin Xi chatted with his parents over the dinner table.

Lin Weiwei stood by, waiting for Yan Yan to finish his cultivation. When the footage was broadcast, it certainly wouldn't include the thirty-minute wait; they would surely edit that out, jumping straight to the scene where Yan Yan tested his strength after finishing his practice.

Logically, the moving process was mostly complete. Old Hei had even made appearances on the Moon and Mars; no nation could threaten his safety anymore, not even the Great Yuan Empire.

"It's me! There's no time, hurry and take us to the General Research Institute!" Gao Yanxi pulled Yun Cheng into the back seat of the car with anxious speed, failing to notice him winking at the soldiers who had come to escort them.

"Consultant... Consultant Yun, this is our first time..." one of the bolder soldiers stammered, his body trembling under the chilling intimidation of Yun Cheng's presence.

In the advancement round of Super Singer, Lin Weiwei's scheduled appearance was quite early; she was slated to perform in the very first episode.

So-called "sand dancing" involved embracing and rubbing bodies against one another in time with the rhythm of the music; that was what they called "sanding."

A gentle breeze wafted by, the stream bubbled softly, and the sunlight, partially veiled by white clouds, lost its harsh glare, casting a slanting, warm glow upon the earth. Across the hills and fields, peach blossoms quietly exhaled their fragrance, and Wu Yi finally enjoyed a peaceful and comfortable afternoon.

From deep within the pitch-black cave came a deafening beast roar. Waves of sound rippled outward, causing the distant trees, as well as the clothes of Zhang Xingxing and Su Yuru, to flap and rustle violently.

"Does that have anything to do with me?" Yun Cheng squinted, listening with a half-smile as Elder Nie continued to justify his own story.

Yan Ruyu was perhaps the most dejected; she kept pouting, her mood at its absolute lowest point, though fortunately, Meng Lan was there by her side to comfort her.

Lin Yue could not offer them much help regarding papermaking. In his past life, he only knew from the research of others that they used raw materials like tree bark, hemp waste, and rags, but he knew nothing of the specific manufacturing process. Thus, someone would still have to put in the effort to research it.

"Her name is Su Ruotong." Wei Zheng stared at the screen, a rattling sound emerging from his throat. His voice, long unused, was incredibly hoarse, sounding like a ghost's wail.

It was during this brief lapse in concentration that I noticed two talismans had fallen from the Eight Trigrams formation. They had been sucked away, and the suction force was now pulling at our bodies through the gap; even the clothes on my back were being drawn in, pulled through the void in the formation.

At that moment, I couldn't care about anything else; I only wanted to find Su Qing. I approached the stone pillar, and then, something I never could have expected happened: a pair of arms suddenly reached out from the pillar and dragged me inside.

Ling Xiaoxiao now weighed at most one hundred and ten pounds. Wearing eight-centimeter high heels, she was unrecognizable as the "meatball" she had been before. Did she have an identical twin sister, or had she undergone plastic surgery? Or was there truly some miracle elixir in this world that could make one's excess fat vanish without a trace?

Da Hei gathered the energy within its body and opened its massive maw, spraying a powerful stream of water into the giant hole. With its wings drooping, it continuously replenished the water.

Hearing the pleasantries from the Third Elder's wife inside, Wei Qingxiao sneered inwardly. These people must have some matter they needed her help with again.

Su Le felt as though many things were happening while she was undergoing treatment here—things she knew nothing about.