Chapter Sixty-Two: I Do Not Agree!

"Oh? That's quite a serious accusation!" Director Wu raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you think should be done?"

"For the fairness and justice of the association, I believe he should be expelled!" Feng Feng spoke up with an air of righteousness.

The people around were stunned for a moment. Was this designer Feng out of his mind? Your own company gets another person, and you...

She left decisively, appearing carefree and unrestrained, yet her departing figure was tinged with sadness and desolation. I knew her heart was wounded, but her strength and pride wouldn't allow her to show it. She didn't want me to see her vulnerability.

The instant this energy appeared, Ning Cheng felt a tremendous change within his body. The black beam of light lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then gradually faded away.

It was only later that Luo Xia learned, before he had gone to buy the Tears of Dream necklace, Lu Shiyan had already visited the shop once herself.

The road grew ever more remote, and Su Chunyu, already quite curious, now found her curiosity growing even stronger.

A sense of urgency gnawed at her heart. Although Liu Feiyue was confident in the strength of the Green-Clad Guest, their opponent, the Elder of Ten Thousand Beasts, was no weakling either. Both were masters of the Celestial Realm—if they truly fought, the Green-Clad Guest would surely be wounded, even in victory.

No matter what, I can only adapt and respond as challenges arise. If the era of prosperity comes, I will resist with all my might. If they remain inactive, I will continue to develop my own path.

The official announcement exploded: Maple Leaf Sunset and Fat Luo had approached the authorities, requesting to relinquish their candidacies for the top national player, offering the positions of top lane and support to Shadow Demon and Ling Yan.

"Don't you feel you owe an explanation?" A cold voice echoed, stirring a chill within the car, making the atmosphere even colder.

Now that Invincible Dugu had broken through, he knew his path to perfection would be long. The obstacle before him—Invincible Dugu—was a hurdle he could not yet cross.

Watching that familiar, domineering figure step out of the car, Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes, her chest tight with anxiety, her eyes stinging, yet unable to utter a single word.

"Liu Yishou, this child is from Nandu. Have you ever heard of him?" Another elder spoke up, his voice loud and clear. Though his hair was completely white, he looked vigorous and spirited.

"Kill!" A trace of coldness flashed in Lu Ye's eyes. When he struck again, he wielded his weapon with unwavering force.

"What helper?" Lu Ye asked curiously, puzzled by something even he himself didn't know. Was someone out there assisting him?

The Celestial Emperor Ziwei was powerful. With his restraints gone, he slaughtered his enemies with reckless abandon, intoxicated by the carnage—his strength left them powerless to resist.

Though the warm current was weak, it was tenacious, pulsing through his body with each breath, dispersing heat and invigorating his whole being. Under this surge, Wang Mengjian felt brimming with power.

Yet, what they didn't know was—where had Ye Lingfeng gone? In their minds, now would be the perfect time for Ye Lingfeng to exploit the situation.

A feat was performed: catching a saber bare-handed. Situ Yun tried to chop down with all his strength, but Ye Lingfeng's grip was too tight; the blade couldn't descend.

Over thirty miles away, Ning Chang and Ning Ye hurriedly supported Ning Luo, racing to leave this place. As long as they escaped, safety awaited outside, for King Ning was waiting beyond.

But since the Guang clan had mentioned it, he couldn't pretend ignorance—otherwise, he would be defying orders from above.

"Is the beautiful proprietress here? Brother Cannon has arrived!" A slick-looking young man shouted into the flower shop.

"Qingshan, over here!" As soon as Yang Qingshan called out, a childish reply echoed from the dilapidated house.