Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Reorganization

“Shut up!” Hong Xing commanded.

Her stern and icy voice instantly silenced the noisy Yilan Garden, which had resembled a bustling market.

The crying maid instinctively lifted her head, and upon meeting Lu Yalan’s emotionless gaze, her whining abruptly ceased as she pressed her lips tightly shut.

Hong Xing snorted coldly. “Negligence and laziness, shirking your duties—how did someone manage to reach the young lady’s door without any of you noticing? What are you even here for? When you make mistakes, instead of reflecting, you try to bully others with your authority? Who gave you the nerve? Have you forgotten who the mistress of Yilan Garden is?”

As the head maid, Hong Xing had learned much from Lu Yamei. Though usually chattering incessantly without seriousness, when it mattered, she could summon a formidable presence that intimidated others.

She continued, “Alright!”

Long Zhiyan responded confidently, his gaze slightly spanning the distance between eight people until it settled on Kim Taeyeon, who was touching up her makeup in front of the mirror. An inexplicable feeling stirred within him, and just by looking at her across that space, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upward.

This remark surprised Long Zhiyan somewhat; he had not expected to actually perform opposite Song Kang-ho, his acting teacher. Suddenly recalling something, he remembered that last month, Song Kang-ho had mentioned a film project and had recommended Long Zhiyan like a director. Thinking it through, it all made sense now.

“So being a fence-sitter has become second nature, has it?” Liu Yunxiu clapped his hands and laughed.

“Teach me.” The two words were heavy and profound, causing Chu Yi to freeze, for Lige had never spoken a single word to him before.

For a moment, everyone present turned their astonished gazes once more toward SKY, their eyes filled with unspoken layers of meaning.

“The Xuanyuan Sword.” Ye Wudao’s smile grew more playful, his tone drifting as if unveiling a long-hidden secret, a thrilling sensation that gradually stirred his body.

The advent of iced drinks like iced black tea and iced green tea represented a breakthrough in products, especially domestically, where they catered to China’s unique demands and enjoyed excellent sales.

Hearing Han Jun’s voice, though he had little interaction with locals, Pierre’s intuition told him this boss was quite young. There was no trace of age in his voice, only youthful vigor.

“Heh, looks like we’re having exceptional luck today!” Li Tian smiled. He never disliked a beautiful woman’s kiss.

A strange energy—mystical and elusive—lingered in the air. Apparently, last night, Lu Shu had poisoned one person. As for the other missing one… perhaps Su Ming’an had taken the opportunity to eliminate them.

The wine jug vanished from Xiao You’s hands. Ignoring the others, he took Ye Xingning straight to the Southern Army to find Fu Ming.

“The kennel is not far behind the wooden cabin. Circle around from the west side. If it’s already burned, run north and don’t look back!” Old Yang shouted after Zhou Wen as he ran out.

Su Ming’an gestured for silence. A suited man nearby, about to protest, paled and fell silent.

For once you try, no one knows if they’ll escape unscathed. The earth devours the living; if this barren tomb mountain’s curse is truly inescapable, wouldn’t it be a death sentence?

China’s trademark registration follows the principle of “first-to-file”: in case of disputes, the party with the earlier application date receives legal protection.

Even ordinary families feast lavishly as the New Year approaches. This table was not only bountiful but also curated with care and meaning.

After a while, Liu Nian cleared her throat theatrically, excused herself to the restroom, and rose to leave.

Under Zhou Kuan’s gaze, Lin Ruoyi smiled softly and gracefully approached. The dust smudged on the left side of her smiling face only added a charming touch to her beauty.

Zhou Yang knew well that He Yitong’s delicate, fair skin would suffer a terrible, bloody wound if bruised.

Repeated glances backward revealed no one following. Others wouldn’t indulge in such pointless acts—could it be a hallucination caused by his lack of rest?

Talent: Child of the World—his cultivation knows no bottleneck; upon adulthood, he can directly become an innate divine sovereign, mastering the water laws of both this world and its subordinate realms.