"Thank you." Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes. It seemed she had nothing more to say to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng couldn't bring himself to criticize the siblings any further. Everyone had their own choices, and in Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, her younger brother, Su An, came above all else.
After leaving, Jiang Cheng went back to his room to rest. The people in charge could handle matters at the Welfare Home. But this time, no matter how much he tossed and turned in bed, he couldn't fall asleep again.
Jiang Cheng wasn't worried about the remnants of the Night Watch in the real world. What truly worried him was the Old President, who had wounded two top-tier supernatural beings, Wu and Water Lord, with a single attack in Jile Lou.
That gaunt figure had become his deepest nightmare. Whenever he closed his eyes, the Old President seemed to stand before him, crushing all his friends and every last bit of his hope.
It was a despair beyond words. The most terrifying part was that this despair was very likely to become reality.
The Old President's terror was plain for all to see. Although he had been wounded by Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, the two pillars of the Xia Family, he still held an overwhelming advantage in strength. This was evident from the way those around Jiang Cheng referred to him.
A new resistance force had begun to take shape around Jiang Cheng. Its main fighters were Wu, the River Goddess, Water Lord, and Wen Zhao, who had inherited Lord of False Words' legacy. There was no doubt that all four were top-tier supernatural beings. But Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that whenever they mentioned the Old President, they instinctively called him "that thing." The phrase revealed their deep wariness.
Gong Zhe,