"President, what happened? Why did Hongjun leave as soon as he came back? I just finished tidying up a room for him." Zhao Wuji walked over, asking in confusion, "Oh, right. Hongjun was acting all sneaky when he returned, like something was on his mind. What exactly did you two talk about?"
Flender turned his back and sighed. "I only hope Hongjun takes my words to heart. Sigh... Old Zhao, it's getting late. You should go back and rest too."
With that, he walked into his office alone.
Zhao Wuji could tell that something was weighing on him. He hesitated outside the office door for a moment before ultimately walking in, intending to get to the bottom of it.
"What exactly happened? Was it because you weren't satisfied with Hongjun's cultivation over the past few years, so you drove him away? President, you're not someone who acts on impulse. Can't you talk things out properly?"
Flender shook his head, his face filled with bitterness. "Old Zhao, I think we've found Yu Xiaogang and the others' trail."
"What do you mean?"
In the past, Ma Hongjun had not felt much discomfort over the Evil Fire issue. On the contrary, he had greatly enjoyed the process of releasing it. A notion that had taken root in childhood generally would not disappear simply with age.
In other words, Ma Hongjun's explanation was merely an excuse. In the past, although Ma Hongjun's moral character had not been particularly admirable, he had at least been open and aboveboard. Even when he fancied a beautiful woman, he would not fantasize about her in private; he would flirt with her directly.
The only explanation was that Ma Hongjun had been instructed by someone. And the person behind him was in desperate need of money.
All things considered,