Gu Jianlin stepped into the void of the black hole and disappeared like a reflection in water.

Jiang Mingyan was silent for a long time. Her eyes showed no shock or joy, instead, there was an unresolved melancholy. In the end, she lit herself a cigarette and gently exhaled a smoke ring.

"The strongest."

Jiang Ze leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and said with a bitter smile, "Such confidence."

If someone else said such words, people would probably think that young people don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth and speak arrogantly.

But Gu Jianlin was different. Besides possessing the supreme position or his achievements in the Third Law, his character alone was not the type to seek competitiveness. Some of his words and actions seemed ridiculously arrogant, even self-mocking, but in reality, he was just being straightforward.

As the saying goes, sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

"Do you still plan to compete with him?"

Jiang Mingyan glanced at him and said faintly, "It’s a bit difficult now, isn’t it?"

Jiang Ze shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "Ha, already gave up. Who would compete with such a monster? Instead, you, the Jiang family has taken on such a great god, who knows if it’s a blessing or a curse. Now that Youzhu is so close with him, there’s no turning back. The stronger he becomes, the higher the chance your daughter will survive."

Jiang Mingyan acknowledged with an ambiguous hum, sighed, and said, "I hope so."

Jiang Ze raised an eyebrow and said, "From your expression, you’re more worried instead."

Jiang Mingyan remained expressionless and said indifferently, "I’m just worried if he can hold on."

Jiang Ze was taken aback, "You think you’ll worry about him? You’re clearly the evil mother-in-law type."

Jiang Mingyan snorted coldly, "People’s hearts are made of flesh, who can truly be emotionless? That kid hasn’t done anything wrong. If he were a bona fide member of the Ancient God Clan, it would be fine, but he just had to inherit that kind of power. I always feel that this matter is not that simple, and what he will face in the future... might be very cruel."

Jiang Ze did not speak, as he agreed with this point.

What exactly was the President hiding before she died, clearly knowing the person who assassinated her was the Vermilion Bird Venerate, yet why hide it from the world, even deliberately disguising some clues to prevent others from discovering this secret.

What exactly did the King of Qing guess that caused him to deliberately stay at Gangrenboqi Peak and start a war with the Vermilion Bird Clan.

And why did the Red King foresee that their niece would surely be in trouble, sending them ahead to the rescue.

Why is it that even now, they are saying nothing.

Thinking deeply about this is truly terrifying.

"Big sis!"

Xing Yun and Ghost Eye came up from downstairs, each holding a KFC family bucket, and asked boldly, "Where are we going next, continuing to guard your daughter here?"

Jiang Ze rubbed his chin, pondering, "According to the King’s instructions..."

Jiang Mingyan said coldly, "No, we are going to the Central Spirit Core Institute."

The lights in the ward were already turned off, and Yuuki Yocchi cradled the unconscious girl in her arms, strands of Holy Light entwined around her slender body, skillfully stabilizing her injuries temporarily.

Da Heni had already reorganized his weapon box, ready to set off.

"Going to the Central Spirit Core Institute?"

The Scholar and Butcher were both confused, including the two children who widened their eyes in surprise.

The members of Dusk led by Jiang Mingyan glanced at them.

"To join the battle."

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Accompanied by the swirling of the black hole, Gu Jianlin returned to that abandoned sanatorium once again.

At that time, Youzhu’s condition was not looking optimistic, and he could only put aside what he was doing, forcibly open the time-space tunnel, and transport to the nearest hospital, only now having the time to return.

The time-space travel of a Seventh Rank Candle could traverse approximately a hundred-kilometer range at will.

Beyond a hundred kilometers, it is necessary to leave time-space coordinates to achieve free shuttling back and forth.

This was obviously once a stronghold of the Night Watchers, yet for unknown reasons, their whereabouts were exposed, leading to a deadly hunt by the unified will or Candle Light Believers, resulting in heavy casualties.

The charred bodies seemed to tell how fierce that battle was.

Once there was time, he should call someone to bury them properly.

A trace of sorrow appeared in Gu Jianlin’s eyes.

He walked through the collapsed corridor, his right hand grazing the dust-covered walls, feeling the crisscrossing scars left by blades.

The broken glass windows let in a cold wind, the door at the end of the corridor creaked in the wind, threads of fabric lingered on the nails of the doorknob, while the marble tiles were imprinted with burnt-like footprints.

After a year, he finally understood the essence of the so-called profile.

It was not a profile.

But the ability to see through fate, to perceive the past and future.

His brain was boiling, fragmented clues floated in his mind, attempting to reconstruct the battle that had occurred in the sanatorium, as if the roar of swords and firearms, along with the cries of battle was echoing in his ears.

Rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor, the iron back door was forcefully pushed open.

It seemed he could still hear Aunt Han’s cries.

He followed the sound and saw the snow in the corner that had not yet melted.

In the backyard was a parking lot, four clear tire tracks remained on the cement ground, not yet washed away by rain.

Gu Jianlin seemed to see a car speeding through the night, with eerie hunched shadows under the dark trees, staring intently in the direction they left, their eyes cold as if devouring evil spirits.