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On the other side, the Guo Family was equally astonished. After a moment, they regained their composure. They had initially hoped that Elder Liang would step in to at least intimidate Jiang Chen, but to their surprise, Elder Liang seemed as submissive as a eunuch before the emperor when he faced Jiang Chen, completely devoid of his former authority.
"Grandfather, I told you we shouldn't go against Mr. Jiang," Guo Weiqing said.
Old Master Guo's expression darkened, and he fell silent. His son and grandson had been killed; he would not let this grudge go easily.
Elder Liang took Master Wu to a corner and slapped him hard across the face, furious. "All you do is bring me trouble! You've made me lose face today."
"Master, who exactly is that kid? Why are you so afraid of him?" Master Wu asked, confused. His master was a formidable figure in martial arts; even when facing the leaders of the Hidden Sects in Huaxia, he wouldn't show such deference. This left Master Wu puzzled.
"That kid's cultivation is unfathomable; I'm no match for him, so of course I have to be wary. It's understandable to offend a master once in the martial arts world, but if it happens a second time and we provoke him again, then even if we are killed, we can't blame anyone else," Elder Liang said solemnly.
Master Wu fell silent. If his master was this apprehensive, then Jiang Chen's strength was indeed beyond measure.
An hour later, the cruise ship docked near Black Dragon Island.
Although the weather in Hong Kong Island was poor today, the sea was beautiful—clear skies stretched for miles, the ocean was a deep blue, and gentle waves rolled by. Occasionally, dolphins leaped from the water and splashed back down.
Next to Black Dragon Island, a fishing boat had been waiting for some time.
At the bow of the fishing boat stood an old man dressed in a black robe, his hood obscuring his face. Beside him were several others, both men and women.
Jiang Chen squinted into the distance; the black-robed figure appeared to be an elderly man whose face resembled withered wood, seemingly nothing but skin over bones. His deeply sunken eyes barely revealed whether they were open or closed. The man's aura was extremely gloomy, giving off an unsettling feeling as if one were standing on the edge of an abyss.
"It seems Southeast Asia also has its Masters of Magic," Jiang Chen said with a slight smile. Although the black-robed man concealed his cultivation level, it was impossible for him to escape Jiang Chen's keen perception; his strength should not be inferior to Jia Xingliang's.
Jiang Chen wondered if this black-robed man possessed any powerful magical artifacts; if so, Jia Xingliang would be even less of a match.
"That person in the black robe must be the Feng Shui Master from Southeast Asia, trying to appear profound. He definitely can't compete with Master Jia," people on the deck murmured as they leaned over the railing to look at the fishing boat.
"We don't believe in Feng Shui and metaphysics domestically, yet it seems so popular here on Hong Kong Island. Could it really be effective?" someone whispered.
"I used to be skeptical too, but now I believe it. This world is definitely not as simple as we think," another person replied.
On the deck of the cruise ship, a group of people was engaged in lively discussion when Jia Xingliang finally emerged from the cabin onto the deck.
"Master Jia!"
"Master Jia, we believe in you! You can definitely defeat this arrogant provocateur!"
"Southeast Asia is just a small place; their magic is trivial compared to our Huaxia Magic."
"But don’t underestimate Southeast Asian magic; their techniques can be strange and unpredictable. We still need to be cautious."
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