Chapter 60 Aren't you planning to keep me company?

The woman merely pursed her lips and said nothing more. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Lin Zhiyu with a curious expression.

"I haven't seen this beauty around before. May I ask her name? Perhaps we could become friends in the future."

Lin Zhiyu remained silent, turning instead to look at Shen Du as if asking a silent question.

They had long been prominent figures across the country, unlike Ye Fan, who had only recently risen to fame.

However, much to his surprise, by the time his family leisurely arrived at the assembly point, the tour bus was already nowhere to be found. Upon contacting the association members, they were told that the bus had already departed, and if they wished to get to the airport, they would have to hail a taxi themselves.

On this particular day, when these scoundrels arrived at the second floor for dinner, they discovered that Lin Danyan's exclusive, reserved seat was occupied by an unfamiliar fellow. The stranger sat there with an air of dominance, holding his phone—though whether he was reading a text message or looking at something else was unclear—while smiling as he scrolled.

"Then when will we be able to avenge our grandfathers and maternal grandfathers?" Dongfang Yun asked helplessly.

No matter what, everyone could cast aside the constraints of the plot and stop worrying about the destruction of the world, allowing them to display their abilities with a clear and untroubled conscience.

As for Xu Chenjun, things were a bit more complicated, because he hardly ever participated in South Korean music programs. After all, if he were to take part in one, there probably wouldn't be much room left for anyone else to shine.

That Zhuang Zhou could also be considered a master of the soul. When he transformed into a butterfly in a dream, his only intention was to enlighten Mo Tian, yet he never expected to encounter such a formidable and stubborn opponent.

The golden Buddhist relic first blazed with brilliant Buddhist light, and then, amidst the dazzling radiance, a piercingly red flame abruptly darted out from the very center of the golden glow.

"Uh... of course I know. I was just momentarily startled by his power," Nie Tianxing said, scratching his head with a chuckle.

After reprimanding the fierce man in purple, the man sitting on the sofa drew a deep, heavy breath.

Even as the Vengeance Army fought bloody battles at the front lines, all the energy and financial resources of the domestic noble families were consumed entirely by internal strife, leaving them with no spare capacity whatsoever to care about the life or death of the Vengeance Army.

An elderly monk with benevolent eyes and long, drooping white eyebrows walked over. He looked at Bo Yunlang with a meaningful smile and, after Aman and his companion stood up, nodded and smiled at them as well.

In truth, there are individuals with unique physical constitutions who retain that capability even at the age of sixty or seventy. Having a son at seventy—though such occurrences are rare, they do exist.

Fortunately, with the divine art of the Kunpeng Escape, even the most formidable sea monsters could never hope to catch up to him. After all, the ocean was vast and boundless, and the sea here seemed endless as well, so Yan Bei had no worries about failing to escape.

With no time to think further and driven by desperation, Wade had no choice but to grit his teeth and wildly swing his blade to parry, hoping against hope that he might somehow manage to block Chen Mo's attack.

This villa district had lush, verdant vegetation, and the rays of the setting sun could not penetrate the canopy at all, only casting a thin layer of gold upon the treetops. Walking down the middle of the road, one could actually feel a chilling, eerie coolness.

Han Yueqiao did indeed look much happier. At first, the smile on her face still appeared somewhat unnatural, but by the end, it finally became increasingly natural and frequent.

Mu Lixiao was secretly shocked, not expecting Consort Mei to want Consort Yan's life the very moment she emerged. Consort Yan must be deeply regretting at this moment that she hadn't finished off Consort Mei sooner.

Then came a continuous, rapid clattering sound. In the blink of an eye, everyone's hands were empty, their firearms having been discarded into the woods and tall grass, scattered in a chaotic mess all over the ground.

Inhaling Jia Ru's intoxicating, wine-kissed fragrance, Liu Xing felt a stir deep within his instinctual heart. He also noticed that Jia Ru's gaze was rather peculiar, carrying a special composition within it as she looked at him—filled with desire, expectation, fervor, and an unspoken temptation.