Volume One, Chapter 30: Parallel Tiga

In the early twenty-first century, hatred and conflict were gradually diminishing.

Nature, too, was recovering its beautiful appearance.

The wish of every living creature on this planet—peace—

seemed at last to be slowly descending upon the world.

He hurriedly set aside what he was doing, picked up his phone, dialed Su Lili’s number, and rushed out the door.

Every battle fought by Gu Wangchuan ended with him turning certain defeat into victory. In every fight, his left eye emitted a breathtaking silver radiance. Moreover, Gu Wangchuan would often stare blankly or mutter to himself like a lunatic.

It was worth mentioning that Xuan Junyang had not been idle during those four-odd months. He had finally found a lead concerning that strange sculpture. Although he had refused to reveal the course of his research, purely to mock Jian, his investigation had ultimately pointed toward Greenland.

“Just say it plainly. Stop beating around the bush.” Wu Liang preferred to get straight to the point; he found hemming and hawing pointless.

Hearing this, Bai Lan said angrily, “Hmph! I’m not talking to you anymore!” With that, she turned and walked away without looking back.

“Since it was simply a wrong number, then let it go. Be sure to check carefully before calling next time.” Seeing that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, the floor manager did not want these people to keep dwelling on the matter. After all, if they investigated too deeply, it would expose a lapse in her management, and the manager would deduct her bonus.

Wu Liang arrived at the designated private room. When he pushed open the door, he discovered that the luxurious room was already packed with people.

Gu Wangchuan nodded. Even an idiot could probably have guessed that much. But how were they supposed to break through layer by layer? Just getting through two layers would be difficult enough. What if there were nine? Or more than a dozen? Were they really expected to fight their way through one layer at a time? How would that be any different from launching an all-out war?

“Maybe everyone feels they shouldn’t disturb our vacation,” Gu Wangchuan said, finding a reasonable justification for himself. He nodded in satisfaction.

Naturally, all these reporters knew that something major had happened at Modern Group today: the company was applying for a patent on a twin-turbo engine before the entire automotive media industry.

The drug-induced stimulation, combined with certain secret rituals and methods employed by the Temple, had left Ming Jiu in a coma from which even the experts were powerless to rouse him.

“It is beautiful, yes, but aren’t you afraid I might lose control and do something?” Chen Fei frowned as he looked at Mu Ting’s fair, delicate face.

We turned right as soon as we left the building, then stopped in front of a car dealership. Watching the vehicles come and go, we chatted idly about one thing and another.

At that time, Ai Yao had rejected nearly every boy who approached her. Perhaps that was the aura of an exemplary student rising straight from the heart.

She raised her hand, intending to push the man away, but Mo Yeshen held her tightly and refused to let go. He even clasped the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss.

Her voice and expression were filled with fear, and there was no sign that it was feigned. It was as though she truly did not recognize the person with the face she had just seen—as though her terror had risen from the very marrow of her bones.

As soon as she finished speaking, she hurriedly pushed open the door and got out of the car, afraid that if she was too late, Gu Nanjing would actually take her to find him.

Gu Chunqing knew perfectly well that Lü Xia was trying to avoid the scene in the third episode where she was slapped and jump straight to the fourth episode.

The calm, somber figure seemed to merge with the night. As he slowly drew nearer, his form gradually emerged from the darkness and became distinct.

Gu Yikang and the other boy supported each other by the arms and began inching forward. In an instant, they switched places, and the wooden object shuddered violently.

“What!” Upon hearing this, Gu Fan could not help but stare in shock. Could it be… could it be that the illusionary realm known as the Hall of All Sages had not been forged by the grand vow of a single Confucian sage, but instead… constructed through the combined knowledge and life’s work of every Confucian sage?