Songhai.
After dinner, Chen Yuanjun returned to the home next door. After a quick wash, he took off the watch that had accompanied him for years, turned his phone over in his hand, and fell into deep thought.
His doubts remained unanswered. His aunt could not figure out the reason either, nor could she get in touch with Yuanzi.
The matter of that memory could only be set aside for now.
Chen Yuanjun did not dwell on it too much. After all, it was not an urgent matter.
Compared to that, his conversation with his aunt had shattered his worldview, but it also brought the relief of a weight finally dropping. He understood the cause and effect, figured out his family background, and the heart he had been holding tight finally settled.
No more mental exhaustion!
Still, the fact that his father, whom everyone saw as the "black sheep of the family," was actually a demigod remained hard for Chen Yuanjun to accept.
It felt as absurd as discovering that the sweeping monk at Shaolin Temple was actually the greatest martial artist in the world.
But he also understood why his old man had always said that Yuanzi was the true heir to his legacy.
A good-for-nothing son like him naturally was not qualified to inherit a demigod's mantle.
Looking at it another way, with Yuanzi's and Dad's standing in the Spirit Realm, wouldn't the future director of the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau have to be me? Chen Yuanjun thought on a whim.
Then he shook his head and laughed. If demigods were really as Li Dongze had described, what did a mere bureau director amount to?
I really am the most useless child in this family... Chen Yuanjun grumbled inwardly. He set his phone on the bedside table