They were drinking together, accompanied by three women.

Meanwhile, action began on the other side. Countless ancient martial arts practitioners received the news and accelerated their rush towards Jinghai.

People flocked to the airport, some by plane, some by high-speed rail, and some by car.

This is a treasure map; obtaining it means a lifetime of wealth and honor, with inexhaustible resources.

Everyone is envious.

Arrive early, seize opportunities early.

We aim to get our hands on some food before the large influx of people arrives.

Almost everyone thinks that way.

Greed is a human flaw.

Who doesn't want to get rich?

This has always been the case.

For example, in the struggle for the Liancheng Jue, the master, fellow disciples, daughter, and apprentices are all fleeting and unimportant. Wealth is the ultimate goal, and the result is tragic. Countless people are lost, driven mad, and buried.

This shows just how alluring wealth can be.

Around midnight, Nie Wuliang returned home slightly tipsy.

"Brother, I'll sleep with you tonight." Mu Xiaodie said as she cleared the leftover food from the table.

"How old are you? Wouldn't people laugh at you for sleeping with your brother?" Li Changfeng said with a smile, smoking a cigarette.

"What are you afraid of? We're siblings, no one will gossip. Do you remember when we were little? After our parents died, I slept in your arms every day, and you would comfort me by singing 'Two Tigers.'" Mu Xiaodie was a little over four years old when she went missing, so she has a good memory.

Some things are still remembered.

"I just want to reminisce about the feeling of being protected by my older brother."

“No, it won’t do. It’s not good for you two to rest in the same room. Even fathers and daughters should avoid each other, let alone siblings,” Shen Qiqi said casually.

To put it bluntly, she wanted to sleep with Li Changfeng; they hadn't been together for many days.

Including the days before I went to Jiangnan.

Shen Qiqi launched into a long and eloquent speech, saying, "As the saying goes, a daughter should avoid her father when she grows up; by the same token, a daughter should also avoid her brother when she grows up."

"After all, men and women are different."

"It doesn't matter when you're a child, because you're not mature enough. But it's different when you grow up."

"I'm doing this for your own good, Xiaodie. Why don't you sleep with Sister Zihan?"

"She doesn't kick off the covers or roll around, ensuring you sleep comfortably."

"At the very least, you have your own room here, fully equipped."

"I don't care anyway," Mu Xiaodie snorted stubbornly. "I want to sleep with my brother."

"Okay, let's go together." Li Changfeng doted on him, and he also felt there was no problem.

After being separated for more than ten years, I try my best to fulfill all my sister's requests.

It's nothing, we were just lying in the same bed.

Mu Xiaodie proudly raised her head, like a victorious rooster looking down at a flock of chicks.

Shen Qiqi pouted, extremely unhappy, not knowing how to criticize Mu Xiaodie in her heart or how to complain in her mind.

It must sound awful.

After returning to his room to rest, Li Changfeng dialed his second senior sister's number.

"Junior brother," the second senior sister said in a flat tone.

"Senior sister, I'm in trouble," Li Changfeng asked for help.

"What do you need me to do?" The second senior sister was straightforward and didn't hesitate at all.

Don't ask why, don't ask about the process, don't ask about the result.

Do only what you can.

"Do we have any influence in the country?" Li Changfeng lay half-reclined on the bed, his head resting against the headboard.

"Yes!" Second Senior Sister confirmed.

"Can they control public opinion? I'm referring to the realm of ancient martial arts practitioners."

"It should be possible." The second senior sister replied decisively and efficiently.

"I'm relieved to hear that."

"Junior brother, you'd better call the fourth sister. She's more authoritative than me in China."

"good."

"Is there anything else?"

“No more.” Li Changfeng shook his head.

"That's it." The second senior sister pretended to hang up the phone.

"etc."

"Junior brother, please speak."

"Second Senior Sister, do you hate me that much?" Li Changfeng teased.

"What do you mean?" The second senior sister was clearly taken aback.

"You're in such a hurry to hang up, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"I'll be back in half a month. We're currently stepping up efforts to destroy some intelligence and data."

"I will come to find you when I get to China."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"It's settled."

Li Changfeng hung up the phone and dialed a number.

Mu Xiaodie waited restlessly beside him, her head resting on Li Changfeng's stomach.

She would occasionally fiddle with the buttons, pinch her brother's cheek, or twirl her fingers around Li Changfeng's hair.

This is an expression of intimacy, and also Mu Xiaodie's impulsive act.

There's nothing we can do; we have to indulge them even if we don't want to.

What can I do but scold my own sister?

Having finally found it, Li Changfeng was reluctant to part with it.

"Oh, you little rascal, you know how to call me now? That's quite something."

"You've been back for so long, two months, and you only just remembered me? I'm done for."

After saying that, he pressed the hang-up button.

Li Changfeng was stunned and executed without saying a word.

Damn it.

I know that Fourth Senior Sister has a bad temper and a volatile personality, but I can't lose my temper with Junior Brother.

So Li Changfeng dialed back.

"Senior sister, why are you angry? Let's not be angry, okay? Junior brother did something wrong, I'll apologize to you, alright?"

"If all else fails, I'll kowtow to you when we meet," Li Changfeng said with a smile.

It's not shameful to kowtow to your senior sister.

She treats her elder sister like a mother, and as the youngest in the sect, it's really nothing.

"Kneel? I can't afford that. What if it sends my mother to her death?" Fourth Senior Sister scoffed, her expression practically tangible.

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