A Peculiar Immortal Corpse

"Old Sun, that bastard!"

Furious beyond measure, Jiang Chuan immediately had Song Zhiyi lead the way to find Sun Yanfeng.

When they reached the thirteenth underground level, Jiang Chuan saw only Jiang Huai'an, his face battered and bruised.

"Dad, where's that bastard Sun Yanfeng? He dared to beat you up—I definitely won't let him off!" Jiang Chuan clenched his fists.

"The Deputy City Lord was instructing me in saber techniques. I was lacking in skill and suffered a few superficial injuries. Isn't that perfectly normal?"

Jiang Huai'an began speaking up for Sun Yanfeng. "How did you imagine that the Deputy City Lord beat me up?"

"Dad, I'm your son. Would I lie to you?"

"It's not like I've never lied to your grandfather."

"..."

For the first time, Jiang Chuan distinctly understood what a true generation gap was!

Unable to explain himself to Jiang Huai'an, Jiang Chuan immediately turned back to look for Sun Yanfeng.

Before he found Sun Yanfeng, he ran into Duan Hong.

"King of Jiangnan, you've finally emerged from seclusion. Nandu City is currently short on supplies. Several documents regarding the transportation of resources need your signature, so Nanyun Province and Xijiang Province can allocate them."

As he spoke, Duan Hong took several documents from his spatial magic treasure and handed them to Jiang Chuan.

After taking the documents, Jiang Chuan flipped through them as he said, "Old Duan, help me contact the Central Committee. Tell them I'm looking for Big Sister and that bastard Netherkill."

Duan Hong nodded. "I'll contact them now. By the way, King of Jiangnan, the preliminary reconstruction blueprints for cities such as Xuancheng have been drawn up. Would you like to take a look?"

"Bring them to my office. I need to study them carefully."

Jiang Chuan felt that something as important