"Brother Quanfu truly had the foresight of a god! Your elder brother has resolved the Jishui Weir crisis."
"This mission could be called a complete success. When I return, I'll bring you something nice. You'll definitely like it when you see it."
"Brother Bai, you're too kind."
As Zeng Anmin withdrew the Vast Righteous Qi from the Communication Talisman.
The pristine white Communication Talisman dimmed.
A profound look flickered in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He slowly let out a breath and looked out the window.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Then his gaze sharpened.
Next, he needed to find his father first.
He had to tell his father about this first, so his father could be prepared.
"Dad! You're still sleeping?! You're sleeping at a time like this?! How can you even sleep?!"
As usual, Zeng Anmin pounded on the door.
It was already deep in the night.
Zeng Anmin knocked at a furious pace, his tone urgent.
His father did not grumble much either.
He still remembered how, the last time his precious son had burst in and disturbed his sweet dream.
Prince Qi had fallen.
So even though he had been startled awake from his dream, Father still took a deep breath, suppressed the rage in his heart, and patiently got out of bed.
"Creak~"
Zeng Shilin stared expressionlessly at Zeng Anmin.
"What is it?"
Zeng Anmin said solemnly, "Let's talk inside."
"Mm."
The two sat in their chairs.
The candlelight in the room flickered.
Casting solemn expressions across both their faces.
"You're saying someone tried to assassinate you, and you killed him instead?"
By now, Zeng Shilin could no longer conceal the intense killing intent in his eyes.
Clearly, if his precious son had not encountered some opportunity of his own.
The dreadful news of losing his