The private jet flew back to the Northern Kingdom overnight, carrying a medical volunteer team. No banners, no advertisements, no fanfare—they entered Shu quietly.
The next day.
The deputy governor sat in his office, watching a recording on his phone of Lu Chengwen delivering that speech.
It had been secretly recorded.
The phone had been placed beneath the table, making the footage somewhat shaky, but Lu Chengwen looked great on camera.
After watching it, the deputy governor smiled and forwarded the video to the provincial governor.
A few minutes later, the provincial governor replied with a thumbs-up emoji.
Then he added four words: A healer's conscience.
Meanwhile.
Tang Sect.
Tang Wanli, Sect Master of the Tang Sect, wore a cloak and bamboo hat as he rode a tall horse to the gates of the Tang Sect.
More than twenty people followed behind him, each one capable, strong, and grim-faced. They were all dressed in dark black, with cloaks over their clothes and Tang sabers at their waists, looking imposing and formidable.
With a creak, the Tang Sect's massive gates were pushed open by four burly men.
A group hurried out from within. At their head was a handsome young man wearing a long robe and luxurious brocade garments. He stepped through the gates, descended the stairs, and dropped to one knee. "Your son welcomes Father home!"
He straightened his upper body, smiling as he clasped his fists in salute and shouted, "Congratulations to Father on your triumphant return! From this day forth, the Tang Sect is one of the Five Great Families of Huaxia, ascending to the supreme throne of the martial world! Father is mighty! The Tang Sect is mighty!"
Everyone behind him shouted together, "The Sect Master is mighty! The Tang Sect is mighty! We congratulate the