Chapter 32: So, are you going to fire me?

After much persuasion, Dean Zhou finally managed to calm Liu Chengpeng down. Hanging up the phone, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was a close call; thankfully, he had found the name Qiao Luo familiar enough to call Liu Chengpeng and verify the facts. Had he simply taken Director Shao’s word for it and dismissed Qiao Luo, the consequences would have been unthinkable. Dean Zhou shuddered, not daring to imagine the fallout. He headed back to the fourth floor of the inpatient department and approached a random nurse.

For some reason, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by those words, and a cold sweat broke out across his back.

"Brother Li Qiang! Tell us how you want to handle this!" The man with the lotus tattoo smiled obsequiously at the tattooed man beside him.

When the time came for the traditional post-wedding visit to her parents' home, Mu Qiu brought Su Ze along, solemnly promising Su’s parents that she would frequently bring him back to see them. Seeing that Mu Qiu truly treated their son well, the parents finally set their minds at ease.

Upon reaching the dining area, Yun Ziqin sat down without a word of greeting and immediately picked up her chopsticks to grab a piece of food. She rested her chin on her knees, her gaze unfocused as it drifted toward the dancing flames.

Ye Zheng was stunned. He watched as He Chou tilted his nose toward the sky, the white silk of his whisk trembling slightly in his palm. Leaving behind a haughty "Many thanks," he turned and vanished.

"I could let it slide with others, but since he tried to scam me, if I don't take him down, how can I call myself Li Yan-yang? How can I remain an emissary of justice and the embodiment of light?" Li Yan-yang asked.

Tumen was greeting the crowd when he caught a glimpse of Li Yan-yang in his peripheral vision. He was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to be there, but seeing that Li Yan-yang hadn't noticed him, he chose not to approach.

He knew he no longer had a chance to leave the Myriad Buddha Caves, but with Ye Feng’s help, he at least retained the right to choose his own death.

Wanting respect here? What you need is real money. Here, freedom, dignity, and everything else are tied to wealth. If you have money, you can do whatever you please.

"Wife, I’m being serious. If you don't believe me, see for yourself," Nalan Zhiguo said with a grin.

The attire was blue and white, a tight-fitting jumpsuit. The white base paired with blue accents looked elegant and soothing. The emblem on the front was a spread of narrow-leaf orchids—the insignia of Yeye Academy; it would be strange if it weren't there. The back featured a white pagoda surrounded by floating clouds, the academy's landmark building.

It was a disgrace that Kunlun’s Yuxu Palace, the head of the top ten sects in China, had only managed to get one person into the top ten.

Dong Zhuo was strong, with thick skin and flesh, but the sudden, intense heat exceeded his limits of endurance.

Her most cherished family member had been assassinated right before her eyes in such a setting; the terror left her unable to think.

The tyranny of the Monarch of Time was something he had witnessed firsthand. He was a supreme powerhouse who stood above the three realms, especially with his mastery of the Dao of Time, which allowed him to reverse space and time—a power few could withstand.

He had spent years clawing his way up to his current position, his future once bright and limitless, but now all his honors had vanished, and he had plummeted from heaven to hell in an instant.

Chu Tian did not understand what "ancient" meant, but he knew that if he didn't leave now, he would be crushed to death by his opponent.

Chen Huiyao and Chen Jiahui were left speechless and hesitant upon hearing this. They exchanged glances and shook their heads, indicating they did not know.

Although Fengjian Hanyue dodged the palm-strike lightning, it lost none of its momentum and struck a large tree nearby.

"You call that ordinary? Could you be any more hypocritical? Don't think that plastered-on smile makes your words convincing."

This yin-evil energy could even nourish soul entities, but to the living, it was like deadly poison. Only those at the Spirit Refining Realm or higher could withstand it.

The Demon Venerable Youhun lived up to his name; after a few exchanges, he seized the initiative and began refining Qingchou. The soul-based nature of Youhun was the perfect counter to soul beasts.