Chapter 21: The Ultimate Aesthetic of White Walls and Black Tiles

Jiang Yuan did not reply. She spent the entire day torn between wondering if Cheng Yubai was truly busy or if he was simply making excuses to avoid meeting her in the game.

Elsewhere, Cheng Yubai was summoned to the department head's office.

"Yubai, the upper management is very interested in the design draft you just submitted. What inspired you to incorporate Hui-style architecture? Those white walls and black tiles truly represent a sophisticated aesthetic. Do you have any more concrete ideas? Let's refine the scene design further."

Now, this lethal weapon had reached Su Xing, poised to tear its prey to shreds.

Those six items were known as the Hexagram Round Stones. There were six in total, scattered near the Da Bei Temple. According to the diagram, the first one was hidden inside the stone guardian lion in front of the temple gate.

After the Starry Sky Group's year-end summary meeting concluded, the entire corporation announced the start of the holiday, as the Lunar New Year's Eve was only three days away.

"Wait a moment." A voice, as clear and melodious as a warbler's song, rang in everyone's ears.

"We are going in now." With a wave of his right hand, Ye Yuxuan enveloped the five of them. "Whoosh." Space magic was activated instantly. With a sharp whistle of displaced air, the group of six vanished from the desolate mining field.

"Rest assured, your client has never received treatment at Han-Tang Hospital; we know nothing about this." Liu Hui immediately gripped the agent's hand and gave it a shake.

Hu Bin finally snapped to his senses, hurriedly stripped off his clothes, and began to embrace and grapple with Yao Mengfei on the sofa.

After pulling the car to a stop at the hotel entrance and waiting for a moment, Song Jun and Niu Dan arrived in their respective vehicles.

Jiang Feng nodded in rare agreement and added, "I don't know much about the 'ashes and dust' of history, but I do know that overexertion is definitely hard to endure—that much is a physical reality."

"Yes, she came yesterday. I didn't expect her to actually expose me!" Fang Wei was a man who hated trouble. Now that he had been exposed, if someone actually believed it and came looking for him, it would be an absolute nightmare.

Secretly flashing a victory sign, Tang Tang put on a look of profound gratitude, smiling with fawning sycophancy.

The veteran lay on the floor, stunned in disbelief for several seconds before leaping up in a fit of shame and anger. He felt the burning gazes of his companions fixed upon him, searing his pride.

Just then, several streaks of light flew into the area one after another. As they revealed their forms, it turned out to be the same group of Witch Tribe cultivators who had escaped with the white-haired elder.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Seeing how tense she was, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"What room? There is no room here for you!" Li Zongyu said, filled with displeasure.

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Huo Lingfeng followed the members of the Fire Sect toward their seats. However, as he passed by Qing Hong, his brilliant eyes swept over the long dress she wore, a flicker of inscrutable light flashing in his gaze.

The black-clad masked figure took the object, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Good." He then turned and vanished into the depths of the imperial palace.

As their energies collided, that hand moved as if to pluck the stars from the sky. Although it was severely damaged by the power of the gods, the phantom of the gods was forcibly suppressed until it shattered into dust.

Bai Zhuozi was a cold and heartless man. If he could treat Bai Lingzi this way, his efforts toward Tang Tang were truly meticulous.

He turned his head to look at Tang Tang: "How many types of poison are you afflicted with? Was it all the work of the Third Prince?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

The Ghost Emperor Ye was left with only three heads. He sat enthroned at the center of the Ghost Emperor’s dragon chair, giving the illusion that he was terminally ill.

Liu ZHANG nodded and said, "Then I will trouble Guangxiao to make a trip to Chaisang. I must go to Runan." Liu Zhang was not a man to be trifled with; having suffered such a great loss this time, he would certainly be having a "heart-to-heart" with Cao Cao.

"I am not He Jiu!" As it turned out, this person was indeed He Jiu, but for some reason, he had not recovered his past memories. He struggled violently, but was held in a vice-like grip by Han Xin.