Chapter 110: A Tribute (6.1K)

The Writers’ Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are not the same thing.

The origins of the Federation can be traced back to July 1949 with the establishment of the “National Congress of Literary and Art Workers of China” (commonly known as the “First Literary Congress”). This assembly marked an unprecedented unity among literary and art workers across the nation under the leadership of the Party.

By 1979, only China and the Soviet Union had such Federations, with Cuba joining later.

Many people harbor a common misconception when discussing the Federation and the Writers’ Association.

“You’re so full of filth that no amount of washing can cleanse your dirty mind. What nonsense about a dirty extreme sport overnight? It was just Yumuo drunk and causing a fuss late into the night. I had to coax her, then carry her back and forth in the living room for hours,” Xiao Jinxuan explained with a slight, smug curl of his lips.

Many of the mist spirits dispersed but quickly reformed again. Meanwhile, others, dazed at first, suddenly smiled and then swarmed forward, pursuing Zheng Ming relentlessly.

However, he was somewhat troubled in his heart, unsure of the best approach to communicate with the professor.

Logically speaking, Yan Tingchen was only trying to regain her favor; if he didn’t come back, he would definitely call her.

Bai Yunkun approached, prepared to guard against any attack from Chi Feng’s men. Since they were outside, they could neither hear what was happening inside nor sense it with their mental powers.

“This is merely the effect of the magical artifact, not some kind of mastery over objects!” The middle-aged man saw through everyone’s thoughts at a glance and then pointed to the necklace around his neck.

The butler hurried forward, took the coat from his arms, and respectfully followed him into the living room.

Then, the Sword King shifted his hue to a much paler shade, his colossal form towering fifty meters tall as he moved to stand beside Lin Que.

Li Mujian still wore the cold, detached aura of a swordsman, his mind untroubled by worldly matters, exuding a profound calm; Xu Guangzuo appeared indifferent, observing calmly, but his clenched fists betrayed his true feelings.

The term “remnants” was used because the Red Dust Sect had been declared an evil cult by the current eight major powers and was being systematically eradicated.

In reality, after learning of Chu Linbo’s identity, Zhang Ke and the others stubbornly refused to allow him to continue working at the construction site, no matter what was said.

But these were the essentials. As for breakthroughs, he was now only at the eighth stage of the mysterious grade; to advance further, he still had a long way to go.

Suddenly, the massive boulder exploded, and the humanoid creature was blasted away. The horn it held shattered as well. It was clear the creature suffered severe injuries, for while airborne, it spat a jet of blood and then collapsed to the ground.

Indeed, the Dragon Roar Sword spun deftly and continued to chase the Black Rat, who kept changing flight directions over the open ground, trying to evade pursuit.

Zhou Qi did not pause. After lightly tapping another stone pillar, he leapt onto a different one.

The ancient Dragon Kui emitted an imposing draconic aura, immediately suppressing the aura of the young black-armored man and spoke calmly.

“Moreover, even I, an amateur, can see the exceptional quality of this blue diamond rough stone. Its value is undoubtedly extraordinary! If the diamond were stolen by thieves, Mr. Kager, would you take responsibility for that?” Bai Jiu’s smile was faint but sharp, exposing a flaw in the conversation of Kager and his two companions.

During the livestream, the most enthusiastic gift givers, aside from the account “For Song Yu to Have a Baby,” were “Only Love Song Yu.” Since Lu Feirong was not the former, she was likely the latter.

Wen Yunting glanced at the slender figure in the kitchen and lowered his voice, yet loud enough for her to hear: “Silly girl.” His words were laden with deep affection and unabashed admiration.

In this way, although the faction of the Three Pure Academy was clearly outnumbered by the Heavenly Chaos Gate camp in the voting at the Assembly, if a real battle broke out, inflicting a thousand enemy casualties at the cost of eight hundred of one’s own still required careful consideration.