Why did you provoke me?

Seeing the lame man's pessimistic tone, the long-haired man snorted, "I never said I wouldn't come back. You already knew we would end up like this, but you still risked your life to come with me. I acknowledge that kindness."

"real?"

The long-haired man seemed angered by his skeptical attitude. "Why would I lie to a dying man like you?"

The lame man wasn't angry; instead, he laughed. "Alright, I'll trust you this once. Put me in the next room. It's cleaner there than here."

The long-haired man gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, "You're still feeling wronged?"

"Sigh, this is much better. You have the same expression all day long, it's exhausting for you."

Although he was very angry, the long-haired man still carried the cripple to the next room.

He knew in his heart that the cripple must have his reasons for insisting on making this fuss.

The long-haired man didn't go anywhere else; he went straight to the beautiful woman's residence. He was somewhat bewildered, however, as the place had been completely altered.

The lights inside came on, and the beautiful woman's voice came through, "Since you're here, please come in and have a seat!"

The long-haired man didn't move. "Consider this our retribution for leaving you here. We're even now."

"It's even? You made me waste my whole life here, and that's it?"

"You know, we did that so that we could all live."

"Yes, you are all alive, but I am the one who has lost my freedom."

The beautiful woman's tone was filled with deep hatred. Yet, she spoke these words with a smile.

"The fortune teller is dead, and so am I, like the cripple. He was never on the same path as us from the start; we shouldn't be like this."

The beautiful woman finally laughed out loud inside the house, "You're wrong. It's always been you who are on the wrong path, not me."

The long-haired man wasn't angry. The moment the cripple was infected by the fairy pet in the basement, he knew that their paths had long since diverged.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself from now on." The long-haired man turned to leave.

"For the sake of our many years of friendship, tell me, who is this person who came today?" The beautiful woman's voice came from inside the house. "This is the final condition. If you don't tell me, you absolutely cannot take the cripple away."

"A new little friend I met likes the energy of my formation."

"What's the name?"

"Overlord".

The beautiful woman fell silent; she knew the long-haired man disdained to lie. But she didn't know he had shifted his meaning.

Strictly speaking, the long-haired man wasn't lying either, as both times Ba Wang brought Yu Meng with him.

The long-haired man returned to the previous room, saw the cripple, but did not tell him what had just happened.

"You're done? So fast?" the lame man asked, somewhat surprised.

"I didn't do anything, I just told her that we were even, and as for the future..." The long-haired man didn't finish his sentence.

"So what do you plan to do now? Leave tonight?"

The long-haired man glanced at him. "I can walk. Can you?"

The lame man looked at his two legs and shook his head honestly, "I can't walk."

The long-haired man didn't speak, but instead walked around the room, occasionally squatting down to bury some things in the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Set up the formation."

After hearing this, the lame man said nothing more. He was already a burden in his current state, and asking any more questions would be pointless.

After a while, the long-haired man pulled out a small box from somewhere.

……

Kyoto, the Chen family.

Old Chen sat in his study, gazing at the small box in front of him.

It's been over a month. Where did he go? We've never lost contact for this long since we met.

He had witnessed the losses on the second and third battlefields, but without the master's authorization, he dared not use those things unless he was certain that something had really happened to him, otherwise he could not bear the consequences.

While I was still in a daze, a faint light appeared from the small box. Then a bell rang.

The door was flung open from the outside. "Father, there's news from the master." It turned out that Chen Ming had come to see his father and heard that familiar voice in the corridor. So he broke down the door without thinking.

Old Chen glared at him, "What kind of talk is this, so reckless?"

Chen Ming awkwardly pointed to the small box, "Is that still ringing?"

Old Chen took a deep breath, pressed the switch, and asked urgently,

"Are you sir?"

"It's me," the long-haired man's voice came from the small box.

"Sir, where are you? I'm very worried about you."

"Yes, I'm at the Jing family's house. Can you send someone to pick me up?"

"Okay! I'll have Chen Ming pick you up."

"Yes, bring guards and a doctor, and one spirit medium as well."

"Sir," Old Chen's tone hesitated, "Are you injured?"

"No, contact me when you arrive."

The small box fell completely silent. The father and son exchanged a glance.

"Father, does the gentleman mean he has a patient there?"

Old Chen sat back down in his chair. "He told you to bring guards; that's the key point."

Chen Ming clenched his fists. "Is it dangerous?"

"Yes, the master has never made such a request before." Old Chen was worried. Bringing guards was a first for the master.

"Father, the Jing family is not a place you can just walk into. What reason do we have to pick them up?"

After a moment of contemplation, Elder Chen said, "The Jing family's guards have been supporting many talented bone painters over the years. Let's go under the guise of requesting reinforcements. After all, the second and third battlefields really need people right now."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "The Jing family has been putting on a very high pedestal these past few years. Be polite when you go there. If anything goes wrong, remember to protect your husband and yourself."

"Understood, I'll go gather the men then." Chen Ming straightened up.

"Go ahead, take more people with you."

Chen Ming went out.

Old Chen sat in his chair and closed his eyes. Why would the gentleman go to the Jing family? Could it be that the extraordinary person in the Jing family has made another prophecy?

Were they together for over a month? Was the request for guards a breakdown in negotiations, or did something unexpected happen to the Jing family's extraordinary member?

A series of possibilities flashed through his mind. Finally, he wondered if Chen Ming would be in danger; that was his only son.

No, we still need to send a team to keep an eye on things secretly. If anything goes wrong, they'll come in handy. If nothing happens, it's just a waste of money. Minghai Group is just a publicly known company of the Chen family; the Chen family isn't short of money.

Yu Meng was unaware of these arrangements. Instead of going to Kyoto, she went directly to the Fourth Battlefield.

Outside the fourth battlefield, Nangong Tianshou stopped Nian Nian, Jing San, and the others who wanted to enter the battlefield.

"Uncle Nangong, Mr. Feng has already agreed, why are you still stopping him?"

"I'm not stopping you, are you just going to go in like this? Why don't you wear more equipment and bring more medicine and supplies?"

Jing Er looked at Jing San, Jing San looked at Niannian, and Niannian nodded directly. "We're just going in to get some aliens and then come out to change our equipment, right? You're stopping us, are you perhaps already prepared for us and are making us wait while you go get them for us?"

Nangong Tianshou glared at Niannian fiercely, "Look at what I have that's worth the price of equipment. Uncle Nangong isn't stingy, he'll give it all to you."

Niannian then put her hands behind her back, wobbled around Nangong Tianshou once, and then shook her head, "Uncle Nangong, you're really poor. In my opinion, you don't have anything of value on you."

Nangong Tianshou was even angrier.