"Alright, lie back and rest easy."
With a flick of Li City God's sleeve, a gentle force pressed Zhao Wanliang back onto the bed.
Seeing his grandson in such a miserable state, the City God, usually so calm and untroubled, had gathered heavy shadows between his brows.
"That brat... has truly gone too far!"
"Grandfather, I want him dead!!" Zhao Wanliang's eyes were split with rage, and he wished he could devour Lu Chen's flesh alive.
Li City God seemed not to hear him. With a faint sigh, he said, "How did this matter undergo such a sudden turn of wind and cloud...? The funeral had clearly been held, yet the man returned. At present, you and I, grandfather and grandson, have indeed fallen into a passive position."
By now, he could no longer blame Zhao Wanliang for turning hostile earlier.
After all, had it been Him, He would have done the same.
"Grandfather, make your move! The position of Prefectural City God is yours nine times out of ten anyway. Whether this guy stays or goes is utterly irrelevant!"
Earlier, Li City God had asked Netherworld Yin generals to secretly gather information. His odds of winning were indeed not low.
Yet until the flower finally fell into someone's hands, no one could say for certain who would claim it.
And Lu Chen's sudden return was undoubtedly the greatest unforeseen variable, leaving Him at a loss for what to do.
Now that Lu Chen had returned, variables had abruptly arisen.
For a moment, even Li City God found it difficult to decide.
If He took the initiative to seek out Lu Chen, He feared the other party would seize the chance to make trouble again and force Him to wipe out the Zhao family;
Yet if He avoided him, that