But compared to the weak and helpless Chen back then, Chen Lang is obviously more prepared now.
Although Dubai's affairs were kept extremely secretive, Chen Jin had already determined it through the family's intelligence network. Now Dubai Magic Association is Chen Lang's master, and all power is controlled by him.
Even Zu Clan, a long-established force with a long heritage, headed by the old fox Zu Hengyao, is willing to work for Chen Lang.
Of course, Zu Clan may not necessarily know Chen Lang's real thoughts on competing with Holy City, but is just afraid of his strength.
But Chen Jin saw clearly. From the time Chen Lang brought Ding Yumian back and carefully trained this psychic practitioner, he knew that his grandson had a great plan.
After thinking about this, Chen Jin put down the tea cup without any hesitation, and said firmly, "Since you have chosen this path, then follow your wishes. Whether Chen can restore his past glory, or even reach a higher level, it all depends on you. Regardless of your final success or failure, Chen will always be your backing and will advance and retreat with you."
After a pause, Chen Jin's expression softened a bit, and then continued, "However, I will disperse a group of people as soon as possible and let them leave the core of the Chen family..."
He knew in his heart that in a battle with Holy City, the chances of winning were slim.
Holy City's angel army and top mages are definitely not something that the Chen family can compete with today.
This matter is related to the survival of the family, and he must prepare for the worst.
If they really lose, Great Xia Magic Association may not be able to save the Chen family, but it is not difficult to evacuate a group of clan members in advance and keep a flame for the Chen family.
This is his responsibility as the leader of the clan, and he cannot be careless in the slightest.
Chen Lang did not veto Chen Jin's decision, nor did he vow to win.
He knows Old Master's concerns, and he also understands the dangers of this war. Too many promises are meaningless, and only actual actions can prove everything.
"Okay, please make arrangements as soon as possible." Chen Lang responded in a deep voice, "Once Holy City and I break up, I need a reasonable reason to gather strength to fight against them, otherwise it will be unfair. But If we take advantage of the blood feud between the Chen family and Holy City, and then unite with Great Xia and even the forces around the world that are dissatisfied with Holy City, we can be famous and gather enough strength."
Chen Jin listened to Chen Lang and nodded with satisfaction, a bit of approval flashed in his eyes. "You have thought very carefully. Since then Holy Son After Wen Tai happened, Holy City's mask of hypocrisy was torn apart. Many forces and many mages were dissatisfied with Holy City, but they dared to be angry but dare not speak out."
Unfortunately, even if they were full of dissatisfaction, no one dared to stand up and resist under the absolute force of Holy City.
Holy City is like a big mountain, pressing on the heads of all magic forces, making people breathless.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The warmth of the tea soup could not dispel the seriousness between his brows, and then asked, "Do you need my old bones to do something for you? Although my strength is not as good as before, I can still deal with a few Holy City trash fish."
"I won't bother you because you are old." Chen Lang waved his hand quickly, with a somewhat dissuasive tone, "Just let Fourth Master follow me."
Although Chen Jin is not as old as Fourth Master Chen Shan, their condition is not at the same level at all.
Perhaps, this is what is special about magic users?
Both of them are Forbidden Curse Mage, but the power of the forbidden curse of Chen Jin has shown signs of weakening, the energy and blood have declined, and the source of life has begun to dry up.
On the contrary, Chen Shan is still full of energy, his eyes are bright, and his body is as tall as a pine. He does not look like an old man at all.
When Fourth Master heard the word "Fourth Master", Chen Jin's eyes softened a little, and he said with memories, "Go and find you Fourth Master. When Holy City liquidated the Chen family, he watched his brothers die in battle. The breath in his heart had been held in for too long, and it was time for him to let it out."
"There's no rush." Chen Lang shook his head and placed the tea cup on the stone table. His eyes fell on Old Master's old cheeks. Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the white hair on his temples, he felt a little uncomfortable. "I came back today mainly because I want to accompany you."
He can clearly feel that with Chen Jin's current state, he is afraid that his time is running out.
This farewell may be the last few times we see each other.
No matter how many plans and disputes there are, they no longer seem so urgent in the face of this friendship between ancestors and grandchildren.
Whether it's because of his talent, Chen Jin is good to him, or because of his parents whom he has never met in this life...
At least, when he was not growing up, Chen Jin's care for him was definitely not fake.
Even after leaving the Chen family, Chen Jin was always behind him to give him all kinds of support.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Lang wants to stay with him for one more day, and also wants to chat with him about daily life...
When Chen Jin heard this, a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stopped mentioning those heavy topics, picked up the teapot again, and refilled the tea soup for Chen Lang: "Okay, drink a few cups of tea with me, an old man, and talk about your affairs in the past few years."
The former Chen Jin knew everything about Chen Lang.
From Chen Lang's curiosity when he first touched the magic crystal, to his stubbornness when he was sweating profusely in his family's training ground as a teenager, to his youthfulness when he first entered the magic world to experience, every step of his growth is engraved in his memory.
But Chen Lang's subsequent growth rate was so fast that it broke through all cognitive boundaries. It was also so fast that his grandfather, who watched him grow up, could no longer keep up with him.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Jin actually has no idea how powerful Chen Lang is now, and what major events related to the entire Asian magic world he is dealing with on a daily basis.
Hidden in this unknown was his concern for his grandson, and even more so, his unspeakable pride. The fact that Chen was able to produce such an amazing and talented person finally fulfilled his lifelong wish.
"..."
Chen Lang looked at the deep expectations in Old Master's eyes, and his heart moved slightly, without any intention of hiding it.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The warm tea soup suppressed his emotions, and then he slowly opened his mouth and recounted his experiences over the years one by one.
"..."
Chen Lang told Chen Jin about everything big and small, whether it was a thrilling fight or a decision to take power.
There was no deliberate exaggeration, no concealment of hardships, just the plainest tone to narrate the magnificent past.
The charcoal fire was still beating, and the orange-red firelight reflected on the faces of the two people, stretching their figures very long.
The aroma of tea, mixed with the fragrance of the vegetation in the courtyard, filled the air in the night. In the inner courtyard, the grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other, talking softly, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Qin Yuer, Zhan Kong and Ding Yumian were waiting quietly in the corridor, all three of them silently silently...