Chapter 32: How Come I've Never Seen You Before?

Dugu Jin gently stroked the wine glass in his hand. "What is it? Does the imperial uncle also have objections to my decision? In recent years, our dynasty has stagnated in both economy and military affairs, showing no progress whatsoever. The root cause lies in the severe aging of officials. The young men, full of zeal after passing the imperial examinations, must endure many years; by the time they reach positions of real influence, they have lost all passion for governance. Then they spend their days idly, forming cliques, seeking personal gain, and planning futures for their families and children—how could they possibly have any dedication left?"

Li Changsheng raised his cup and spoke. Jiang Cheng had a great reputation, and this time he was not just harshly advising him. To be honest, Li Changsheng had a very good impression of Jiang Cheng.

Su Liyue emerged, holding the hands of two children, her face brimming with mockery as she looked at Su Jingchu, whose face had turned pale upon seeing her.

The official school term was about to start in a few days. Most students were returning to campus during this period, while the freshmen had already begun the annual mandatory military training. Some parents, worried, would come to the school every day to observe.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Shen Tang said without explaining, clutching a brick hidden beneath his clothes as he continued toward Zixuan’s antique shop.

Most crucially, a vassal force serving as the city’s reserve troops had betrayed them. Among the three factions that defected, they contributed the largest number of men—over a thousand warriors. Their patriarch was already at the True Lord level. Seeing their leader had defected, the remaining troops swiftly charged toward the city’s formation command center.

Without hesitation, he absorbed all the blood of the source. Countless blood-red wheel-shaped flames flickered on the surface of the eggshell, faintly emitting an aura of reincarnation, desire, and rebirth.

Jiang Cheng nodded. Yun’er had signed a contract of servitude, and he still had to find a way to secure her. Ah, matters were piling up. It seemed he needed a serious talk with Lu Hu. This favor must be owed.

Unfortunately, the black-scaled demonic horse let out a series of long howls. Its four legs, as if weighed down with lead, dug into the earth, refusing to depart.

Zhou Zhe multitasked with single-minded focus, manipulating multiple mental avatars simultaneously to further enhance his cultivation efficiency.

After venting his anger thoroughly, he leisurely flew before the giant golden beast and began to communicate.

“Are you trying to obstruct the police from doing their job?” Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the officer felt his authority challenged and sternly warned him.

“Was it after that time, when you kept screaming nonstop?” Xu Manman asked shyly.

“Hey, barbarian, that gun of yours is not bad—the 'City Breaker,' right? Do you know what my gun’s called?” Lei Xiao thrust his gun forward. Finding common ground, Lei Xiao felt their conversation would be lively, so he chatted whenever there was a chance.

“Are you Mr. Shinazuki?” The agent, clearly over thirty-five, asked me in a deep English voice.

Zhou Anran’s hand on his sleeve slid slightly downward, lightly shaking his slender index finger.

Even if the heiress’s troubles had nothing to do with the boss’s business decisions, at least as the subordinate newly favored by the boss, he could express sincere concern when greeting her at the villa’s entrance.

Zhao Wuji was so flustered he couldn’t respond. Though slightly exaggerated, it was an undeniable fact that Shrek was poor.

Tang Yun nodded. He had noticed the other party had trained in some form of split-hanging palm technique and could even guess from whom. Nothing surprising there. However, the method of deep-water pressure training was excellent. If given the chance, it could be worth trying.

Lin Han’s words instantly made everyone in the Shen family glare angrily. Shen Lie roared with fury, lunging at Lin Han once more with eyes blazing.

After retying his shoelaces, Chen Luobai was about to stand when he saw a slender, delicate hand reaching out before him. The nails were neatly trimmed, and the hand seemed to be holding two cotton swabs.

“Commander, all experimental subjects have been injected with the gluttonous genes we obtained from the battlefield,” the attendant reported respectfully.

With the help of the Angel Corps, China established the "Qiankun" communication system centered around the Tianren No. 7 terminal, symbolizing the network’s coverage over the entire world.