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"Just now," Jiang Chen said.
"Mr. Jiang, how did you do it?" Yang Jigong asked in disbelief. Jiang Chen had been right in front of him, yet he had managed to kill Bai Erxun from several miles away.
"I can take a life with just a thought," Jiang Chen replied.
Yang Jigong fell silent, utterly shocked. The idea that one could control life and death with a mere thought was beyond comprehension; it was no longer human, but divine.
"General Xiaoshan, the show here has come to an end. You shouldn't need me to escort you away," Jiang Chen said, his voice clear and resonant in Koyama Satoru's ears without the need for a broadcast.
Koyama Satoru jumped in surprise and quickly ordered his men to mobilize the warship and leave in haste.
Meanwhile, in the United States, they were convinced they were seeing ghosts. General Byersun had been killed by the snow. Looking at the thick blanket of snow outside, the Americans panicked; chaos erupted on the warship. Ultimately, they ordered a retreat, finding today's events utterly incomprehensible. It was best to leave this cursed place before making further plans.
"Americans are leaving!?" Yang Jigong murmured, finding it hard to believe.
"However, I think they won't give up easily. They'll definitely be back," Zeng Xianyi remarked.
"Zeng Lao, Yang Lao, let's leave the underwater treasure for now. You should station people here to guard it and not allow anyone to enter again," Jiang Chen instructed.
"Understood," both Yang Jigong and Zeng Xianyi nodded in agreement.
"Then Zeng Lao, let’s head back to the capital," Jiang Chen said. Whether the United States would give up or not was no longer his concern. The underwater realm held Raksasa Merfolk; even if they sent people down to salvage it, it would only lead to their demise. Moreover, Jiang Chen trusted that Yang Jigong would protect the East Sea territory well.
...
In the afternoon, Jiang Chen returned to the capital.
Yang Jigong felt that Jiang Chen should not have killed Bai Erxun, but Zeng Xianyi understood that Jiang Chen had shown mercy.
Back in the capital at Zeng Xianyi's residence, it was much quieter now that his descendants were no longer around.
In the tea room, Zeng Xianyi noticed that the painting of the mountain temple still hung on the wall and couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect that in my haste last time, I forgot to put it away. Thankfully my younger generations didn't act recklessly; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain this to you."
Jiang Chen smiled slightly and was about to put away the painting when he heard a voice calling from within it.
Of course, Zeng Xianyi, Qin Xiaoya, and Ye Xiaoying could not hear it.
"Zeng Lao, you all enjoy your tea first. Ling Mingzi has something to discuss with me; I'll be right back," Jiang Chen said to Zeng Xianyi and the others before probing his consciousness into the painting of the mountain temple.
Inside the temple, Jiang Chen met Ling Mingzi.
However, this time, Ling Mingzi was not sitting in the grand hall but had come out to greet Jiang Chen.
“Ling Mingzi, is there something on your mind? You’re not blaming me for leaving you behind here, are you?” Jiang Chen joked.
“Mr. Jiang, you jest. The truth is, I’ve been thinking for the past two days and have decided to take on a disciple from among Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren,” Ling Mingzi replied.
“If I’m not mistaken, Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren can only be considered Zhou Pingyong in talent, and they don’t seem to have a genuine desire for the path. Taking one of them as a personal disciple to inherit your teachings might not be a wise choice,” Jiang Chen pointed out curiously.
Jiang Chen was unaware that after he left, Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren had returned to the tea room and said some unkind words that had provoked Ling Mingzi.
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