"There's a lot going on beneath the surface of the Wasteland Sea Rally Race. Even in official events, accidents are always unavoidable during every race. Even if the whole thing is broadcast live, there are still too many places the cameras can't see."
Over the phone, Tong Shengnian spoke frankly. "Don't overestimate those people's moral limits, and there's no need for you to wade into it yourself. If you're worried that spilled water cannot be gathered, I can make arrangements. At a time like this, there's no need to stand on ceremony."
"Actually, taking part in the Wasteland Sea Rally Race was decided from the beginning. It wasn't some spur-of-the-moment decision."
Ji Jue politely declined. "I appreciate your kindness, Shengnian, but I don't like leaving things unfinished halfway through. So please let me see it through from beginning to end."
"...All right, I understand."
Tong Shengnian sighed upon hearing that. Since persuasion had proved useless, he did not keep nagging him. "I'll take care of the other support, so don't worry.
"Remember that your own safety comes first. The old man has been muttering lately about why that young fellow hasn't come over for tea."
"Next time for sure!" Ji Jue promised decisively.
Tong Shengnian fell silent for a moment. Amid what sounded like opera playing on the television at the other end of the call, there came the faint sound of an old man letting out a mocking chuckle.
Still had to be this brat.
He was spinning lies right on Ether's doorstep!
Ji Jue was immediately embarrassed.
He couldn't help it—he really was scared. An esteemed Ether celestial being could probably tell what color his underwear was with a single glance. He was genuinely a little intimidated.
"The future is long. Be careful in all things."
Tong Shengnian