"On behalf of the United States, I wish Mr. Wei a happy birthday!"
Another round of praise followed.
"Dale is the chief diplomat of the U.S. Embassy in Daxia. Even he came to wish Mr. Wei a happy birthday. Mr. Wei's prestige is truly at its zenith."
"We've managed to get on Old Wei's good side; it's like our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke."
"As expected of the Ninth Thousand Years Old, such a spirit is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
In addition, embassies of various countries, including Japan, the United States, and South Korea, sent representatives to Wei Jinzhong to wish him a happy birthday and presented him with many generous gifts.
Wei Jinzhong sat upright in the armchair, smiling and nodding in thanks to each person, his expression growing increasingly smug.
For a time, it was a place of unparalleled splendor.
Meanwhile, Ye Wushuang, standing nearby, was filled with anxiety.
Overwhelmed by fear, her delicate body trembled slightly.
After being captured, she was not sent to the Zhaoyu prison, but was sent directly to the Wei family mansion.
Facing this neither-male-nor-female old eunuch.
Ye Wushuang felt very scared and helpless, and her heart was filled with anxiety.
Now I just hope my brother can come and save him soon.
Even if we take a step back and assume that her brother didn't find her...
She would absolutely never submit to that old eunuch.
At worst, I'll just die.
Ye Wushuang clenched her fists tightly; the last trace of sword energy left by her brother still lingered within her.
Two attacks have already been launched, but unfortunately, they are facing Qinglong, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, a master of innate level.
The borrowed strength she used was no match for her opponent and was easily dodged.
It's not that the sword energy is weak.
However, Ye Wushuang was just an ordinary person after all, and it was difficult for him to unleash the true power of his sword energy.
It's barely enough to deal with some Xuan Realm and Di Realm martial artists.
However, once they encounter a master like Qinglong who has acquired his skills through later cultivation, they can only stare helplessly.
This last sword strike was the one she left for herself.
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