Volume One, Chapter 22: Returning to the Courtyard with the Treasure, Storms Arise Anew

Sunlight embraced Lin Fan once more. The moment he stepped through the courtyard gate, all eyes were drawn to him like a magnet.

For some reason, she felt that in front of Feng Jingrui, she could neither feign nor pretend; even her disguises gave way to her true self, revealing an authentic version of who she was.

But after all, Western Chu was a kingdom. He couldn’t just sit on the dragon throne—wouldn’t that make him the king of Western Chu?

“I’m human, not a cat or dog,” Zhao Lingxi said helplessly as he pinched Xiao Ziling’s cheek.

“It's rare to hear the dean praise a disciple like this in all these years. It seems this disciple has truly caught the dean’s eye!” Yutian laughed in response.

However, Luo Birong only made a brief comment before turning her attention to solving the problem of feeding five thousand people. Directly purchasing supplies from the Dominion Kingdom wasn’t out of the question—after all, there were still personnel mobilizations and island construction to consider, which was quite troublesome.

At that moment, due to the urgency and the transformation lasting only a minute, he paid no mind to his appearance and kicked open the tightly shut gate, rushing inside.

The people of the northern desert saw Gongcheng arrive and thought he was just dropping by, but when they saw him dressed in the backup team’s racing suit, they were stunned.

Mu Chen stood outside, a vein twitching on his forehead. He walked over and opened the teleportation gate, prompting Su Xin to suddenly remember she was supposed to be inside the cabinet: “…”

Only then did Shaoyang find the leisure to look around, but all he saw was a misty haze; nothing was clear.

Such a perfect scenario was not beyond replication. Perhaps someday someone else would achieve the same effect, but it was certain that this also became one of the shining labels of the “Beautiful Mind” preview weekend.

“Writing a song like this… wanting a child is normal, right?” Amid the laughter of the audience, Yin Xian scratched his head with a hint of embarrassment.

In this dream-woven battlefield, Fang Zheng’s first battle came to an end just like that.

“I’m not a bandit queen. How could I establish my own faction? I’m just trying to fight the devils more effectively. You said it yourself: we agree on fighting the devils. Why don’t you strengthen your own team for that purpose?” Wang Xueliu said seriously.

When he saw Lu Hao, the hatred, anger, and a trace of joy flickered in the only remaining eye he had left.

Thus, passed down from generation to generation among the students, the inner courtyard became a sacred place in the hearts of all.

“Who is that person? He seemed so dangerous just now,” one of the former chosen asked in relief after he left.

Every time the Wansha True Realm opened, within the four seas, many ancient, long-established sects solemnly warned their descendants not to approach that land of death.

Regardless, the Golden Globe award for Best Screenplay went to “A Beautiful Mind,” rather than “Perfect,” “L.A. Confidential,” or “Titanic.” This became the biggest surprise of the night.

“Shh!” Ye Xiaofeng made a silencing gesture, crossing his legs, waiting for the echo.

“Good day, young master. The Moon Gazing Pavilion is not open today,” two hostesses stopped Chu Tianze at the entrance.

Ye Xunhuan knew that Madam Wang must be very anxious now, so he said no more, quietly waiting for her to compose herself. Once Madam Wang went inside, Ye Xunhuan would leave.

Li Yang was even more terrified. She never imagined that this demon brother-in-law would actually dare to say such a thing aloud.