"Quan Fu, my friend, you really are a prophet! The Jishui Dam crisis has been resolved by yours truly.
"This mission has been a complete success. I'll bring back something good for you; you'll definitely love it."
"That's very thoughtful of you, Bai," Zeng Anmin replied.
Zeng Anmin withdrew his Vast Righteous Qi from the Communication Talisman, and the pristine white paper grew dim. A profound look flashed through his eyes as he let out a slow breath and gazed out the window. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning sharp.
Next, he needed to find his father. He definitely had to tell him about this matter first so he could be prepared.
Later that night.
"Dad! Are you still sleeping?! It's already this late! How can you sleep?!"
Zeng Anmin pounded on the door just like he always did. It was the dead of night, yet his hands hammered out a rapid rhythm, his tone urgent.
