"You're not even as good as a dog!" Lin Tian shouted angrily.

"Heh heh!"

A scornful laugh resounded: "Back then, I was far superior to you. Look at yourself now, reduced to this because of a woman!"

"You're supposed to be a man, a man should stand tall and accomplish great things!"

"And you? What else do you do besides flaunting the abilities I gave you every day?"

Lin Tian fell silent, not because he didn't want to retort, but because he had no strength to argue.

Everything the other person said was the truth, a reflection of Lin Tian's past.

How could he argue against that?

Facing Lin Tian's silence, the other person spoke again: "Everyone makes mistakes, the key is whether you can change after making them!"

"I chose you back then because of your courage and unyielding will. Find yourself again, don't disappoint me anymore!"

Lin Tian suddenly brimmed with tears. Indeed, once upon a time, he was worthless, without even the capital to boast.

Now, with the capital, he began drifting aimlessly day by day, what difference was there between him and those punks and spoiled rich kids?

"I understand, starting tomorrow, I will train hard, never drown my sorrows in liquor again!" Lin Tian silently vowed.

Groggy from getting up, Lin Tian left the bar, found a budget hotel to rest temporarily.

Meanwhile, in the distant Sakula Country.

The cultural environment of Sakula Country was indeed far superior to the Celestial Dragon Continent, especially at the ancient volcano, revered as the holy land of Sakula Country, its cleanliness was immaculate.

As the holy mountain of Sakula Country, the ancient volcano attracts a large number of young people every year, who come here to travel, seek spiritual solace, and... commit suicide!

This is a nation shrouded in confusion, compared to the people lost in the steel jungles of the Celestial Dragon Continent, the people of Sakula Country were like birds living in cages, never seeing the sunlight!

"It's a world that's alluring, yet hateful!" In the ancient volcano, there was a massive villa complex, independent from yet integrated with the holy mountain, enveloped in a pink aura, like a paradise!

In the very center of this villa complex stood a towering clock tower, very large and expansive, it's a holy place within the holy mountain, referred to as the Sanctum by the Sakula Country people, meaning the residence of the sage.

Of course, the residents of the Sanctum couldn't truly be sages, in this era, there were no sages in the world, this was a well-known fact, those residing here considered themselves disciples of the sages from later generations.

"It is magnificent yet riddled with decay!"

At the top of the Sanctum knelt two people, one had a mustache and wore traditional Sakula Country attire, next to him were a pair of shoes, clearly the owner of the Sanctum.

Opposite him was a man in a suit, looking somewhat weary, but with very spirited eyes, he was Qingchuan, who had fled from the Celestial Dragon Continent back to Sakula Country!

Between Qingchuan and this Sakula Country man was a tea table, both knelt opposite each other, savoring the tea aroma.

However, compared to the other's calmness, Qingchuan seemed quite uneasy, restless, but his eyes flickered as he looked at the middle-aged man opposite: "What Mr. Zhuge says makes a lot of sense."

Zhuge, using the traditional Sakula Country tea brewing technique, poured Qingchuan a cup of tea, then looked up at him: "Why is Mr. Qingchuan so restless and unfocused, is something troubling you?"

"Mr. Zhuge, it has been three days since I returned to my country from the Celestial Dragon Continent, during these three days I've been drinking tea here all the time, shouldn't the vendetta against Meichuan Kuzi and Naokawa Kumashiro be avenged?" Qingchuan's long-repressed emotions erupted at that moment.

He thought that upon returning home and finding Mr. Zhuge, Mr. Zhuge would send people to the Celestial Dragon Continent to kill that young man named Lin Tian.

But these days, every day was spent sitting here drinking tea, quietly and calmly.

If it were in the past, Qingchuan could also drink tea peacefully.

But now his heart couldn't settle, constantly thinking about how to take revenge.

"Revenge will certainly be taken, but not now!" The middle-aged man known as Mr. Zhuge picked up his teacup and sipped delicately.

"Then when?"

"When your mind can calm down, look at you now, where is there a trace of a martial artist's demeanor?" Zhuge slammed the teacup onto the table in dissatisfaction.

The purple clay teacup instantly shattered into several pieces.

Knowing he angered Zhuge, Qingchuan hurriedly nodded: "Please calm down, Mr. Zhuge!"

"In the past few days, I've killed five sleeper agents from the Celestial Dragon Continent, these people are likely from a place called the Security Management Institute in the Celestial Dragon Continent, once we deal with the sleeper agents around us, we will naturally send people to the Celestial Dragon Continent!"

Zhuge retrieved another cup and poured tea: "Things must be solved one at a time, don't let hatred cloud your mind!"

"You must realize, you are a noble Sakula Country person, an honorable Sakula Country martial artist!"

"Yes!" Qingchuan nodded: "I've learned from Mr. Zhuge's words!"

"Since you've learned, train hard, don't go to the Celestial Dragon Continent and be defeated by that young man named Lin Tian again!" Zhuge squinted his eyes and advised.

"Understood!"

Qingchuan nodded, got up, and left.

Leaving Zhuge alone in the room drinking tea.

"Come out!" Once Qingchuan left, Zhuge suddenly spoke.

A figure emerged from behind the screen behind Zhuge, wearing a ghost face mask, sat across from Zhuge at the tea table, unceremoniously picked up a cup of tea, and started drinking.

"What do you think about the situation in the Celestial Dragon Continent this time?" Zhuge surprisingly sought the other's opinion in an inquiring tone.

"The Celestial Dragon Continent, with its civilization of thousands of years and countless treasures, we must find a way to acquire them!" A sinister voice emerged from beneath the ghost face mask.

"Nonsense, with our sleeper agents in the Celestial Dragon Continent either dead, captured, or escaped, how do we do that now? Are we supposed to establish a new route?"

Zhuge paused, continuing: "Even if we do establish one, unless we deal with some people from the Security Management Institute, it might still be difficult to operate smoothly!"

"Simple, people of the Celestial Dragon Continent enjoy fighting among themselves, we'll exploit that and let them fight!" The sinister voice with a hint of mocking laughter came from beneath the ghost face mask.

"Tell me your idea!" Zhuge asked with interest.

"An idea...? Host an antique exhibition!"

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