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Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at Li Fushi. To his surprise, Li Fushi's words sparked a flicker of interest in him, perhaps it was the poem by Li Bai that captivated Jiang Chen.
"Then let's go take a look, but we need to wait a few days," Jiang Chen said.
"As long as Mr. Jiang agrees to go, that's enough. Seven days later, at Jiulong Hotel in Qinling Biyun County, we will meet there and then head to the Sword Immortal Ruins. If you have no objections, Mr. Jiang, it's settled," Li Fushi replied.
"Alright, it's settled then. Once I finish my tasks, I'll come find you in Bi Yun County," Jiang Chen nodded in agreement.
With his purpose achieved, Li Fushi felt a surge of joy. The competitive landscape among the major hidden sects was likely to crumble with Jiang Chen's arrival. If Jiang Chen truly obtained the Sword Immortal's legacy, he could shamelessly ask Jiang Chen for a glimpse of it.
Li Fushi's request for Jiang Chen to step in was not solely for his benefit; after all, people are inherently selfish. Li Fushi had his own motives—since there was no hope for Shen Xue Men, he wanted to ensure that other sects and families had no hope either.
Jiang Chen paid no mind to Li Fushi's thoughts; such trivial concerns had no impact on him. What he pondered was whether the Sword Immortal Ruins would disappoint him. After a millennium, the Sword Immortal might have left nothing but bones behind, and it was uncertain whether the immortal sword had turned into scrap metal or if the Sword Manual had crumbled to dust.
If he could gain even a little from this journey, it would not be in vain.
While conversing with Li Fushi, outsiders dared not eavesdrop; however, when they saw Li Fushi suddenly break into a smile, it was clear they were enjoying their conversation.
As the Martial Arts Arena Tournament progressed halfway through, Jiang Chen lost interest and stood up to leave.
"Mr. Jiang, please wait!" Suddenly, several people rushed to catch up with him.
Manager Qian and his wife were extremely anxious at that moment. As businessmen, they were adept at gauging situations. Lin Yin’s master was truly formidable; even the elder of the Hidden Sect showed him respect. Such a powerful figure had an unimaginable background. Although Manager Qian had some money, it paled in comparison to someone like him. If Jiang Chen held a grudge, a single word could erase their family from existence on Earth. Thus, they approached with their faces flushed to apologize.
"Miss Lin, Mr. Jiang, it’s all my fault! I didn’t educate my son properly; that’s why he offended Miss Lin. Miss Lin, I’m willing to compensate you with one hundred million," Manager Qian stammered nervously.
"No need for that; let’s just leave it at this," Jiang Chen replied indifferently. One hundred million meant nothing to him; he couldn't be bothered to dwell on it.
The Qian couple felt immense gratitude and bowed repeatedly in thanks. They never expected that Jiang Chen would refuse even such a hefty compensation, which made them feel even more convinced that he was no ordinary person—after all, one hundred million was not a small sum for anyone.
Chen Jie Li also lowered himself and apologized to Jiang Chen. Although he found it hard to accept the situation, he had no choice but to relent.
"President Chen, as a martial artist, you should focus all your energy on martial arts instead of meddling in your grandson's romantic pursuits," Jiang Chen said with a faint smile.
His words drew laughter from those around them while Chen Jie Li felt utterly embarrassed.
Just as Jiang Chen was about to leave, Zhou Hongmeng suddenly ran up and knelt down before him on the ground.
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