The patriarch of the Jin family, Jin Sanwan, nearly fainted upon receiving the news.
As he listened to the various dire tidings from within the family, Jin Sanwan trembled all over, from anger and from fear.
He was currently at the hospital accompanying the young master Jin, who had been rendered a cripple, but he no longer had the heart to care about his son's injuries. Instead, he frantically made calls, seeking help through every connection he had.
"Old leader, it's Sanwan..."
"Sanwan? Who is this? I don't know you. You've dialed the wrong number."
*Beep...*
The call was hung up, and Jin Sanwan's face turned even paler.
He gritted his teeth and picked up the phone again, dialing.
"Elder Jin, do you remember me? It's Sanwan. The painting 'Pictures of Mountains and Rivers with Fine Wine' I presented at last year's celebration, you called me your kin," Jin Sanwan said cautiously.
There was a long silence on the other end before a voice finally emerged.
"Oh, Sanwan. I haven't had the time to appreciate your 'Pictures of Mountains and Rivers with Fine Wine' yet. I'll send it back to you later, I don't like it. And that 'kin' remark was just a joke, don't take it seriously. If we're being serious, then everyone in China, all 1.4 billion people, are family."
Jin Sanwan's face grew even more ashen, and his heart sank into complete despair.
Hearing the other party about to hang up, he quickly and urgently said, "Elder Jin, I'm not asking for anything else. I just want to know, has my Jin family offended someone? Why are we being targeted like this? Even if I, Jin Sanwan, am to die, I want to die with clarity!"
After receiving the news that the Jin family's major industries were being thoroughly investigated, he had immediately contacted the top official of Suzhou City, only for the person to hang up the phone directly, not saying a single word.
Unwilling to accept this, he directly approached his patron, but the result was the same; the call was hung up.
Later, he contacted many other people, but everyone avoided him like the plague, as if they were afraid of being associated with the Jin family.
This made him extremely anxious and bewildered. Who exactly was this cultivator who had crippled his son?
"This..." The voice on the other end hesitated, then finally sighed, "A person of immense stature, beyond words. In short, Sanwan, you're on your own."
"A person of immense stature, immense stature..." Jin Sanwan's hand holding the phone dropped, and he instantly looked ten years older, the newly formed wrinkles on his face deepening.
His heart was filled with despair. The Jin family was truly finished this time. From top to bottom, nothing remained.
And in the end, he didn't even know the identity of the person they had offended.
He looked at his son lying on the hospital bed. Young Master Jin was still unconscious, but he was muttering in his sleep.
"You dare to lay hands on me, Young Master Jin? Just you wait for my Jin family's furious retaliation! I'll make your life a living hell!"
"And that little bitch, it was an honor for you that I, this young master, wanted to marry you, and you dared to refuse?! Then don't blame me for not being gentle with you in the future!"
Hearing these sleep-talks, Jin Sanwan's anger surged. He raised his hand and slapped his son across the face.
"Useless! It's all because of you, you good-for-nothing!"
Looking at his son, Jin Sanwan felt a mix of anger and heartbreak, but finally let out a long sigh.
"Retribution, retribution!"
...
Xu Mo followed Qin Cheng to his home.
Wang Li began to make tea, hosting Xu Mo. Qin Ran, on the other hand, looked at Xu Mo with immense curiosity, feeling that this Uncle Xu was shrouded in many mysterious veils.
Xu Mo found the little girl's wide, staring eyes amusing, so he directly revealed his identity.
Upon hearing this, Qin Ran's mouth fell open, her face filled with shock!
However, she still harbored some doubt, thinking that Uncle Xu might just be playing with her, a child.
It wasn't until Wang Li and Qin Cheng also confirmed that what Xu Mo said was true, that Uncle Xu was indeed the Emperor of Da Qian, that Qin Ran gradually began to believe.
Then, the little girl was utterly stunned.
The new continent that had suddenly appeared on Earth, the Emperor of the cultivation dynasty there, was actually her father's classmate, her uncle!
In school, the Da Qian Imperial Dynasty, this cultivation dynasty, was undoubtedly the most discussed topic!
Almost everyone was talking about it, discussing how many cultivators the cultivation dynasty had, its territorial size, its resources, whether the women were beautiful, and the men handsome, and so on.
Among these topics, the Emperor of Da Qian was discussed the most.
Everyone was extremely curious about the Emperor of Da Qian, wanting to know what kind of person could rule a cultivation dynasty and have tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of cultivators as his subordinates.
Such a person must have been blessed with heavenly talent!
Qin Ran had also discussed the Emperor of Da Qian with her girlfriends, but they were debating what the Emperor of Da Qian looked like – was he an old man, a middle-aged uncle, or a young man?
At the time, she argued endlessly with her friends. Most of her friends thought he was young, while she stubbornly believed he was a middle-aged uncle.
Now, the truth was before her eyes. The Emperor of Da Qian was not an uncle, but a remarkably young and handsome man!
His appearance was so striking that she felt envious.
"Haha, how about that? Isn't your dad amazing? He found you an emperor as an uncle!" Qin Cheng said, straightening his back.
"Amazing!" Qin Ran replied readily. Then, she cautiously began to circle around Uncle Xu, asking him all sorts of questions.
Xu Mo was quite fond of Qin Ran, his niece, and answered all her questions.
Seeing that Uncle Xu was very approachable and didn't put on any airs of an emperor, the little girl became even bolder and started gossiping, asking if Emperor Xu had a harem of three thousand beauties.
Xu Mo was speechless, thinking, did he really look like a tyrannical ruler?
Without answering the question, Xu Mo directly sent the little girl away and began chatting with Qin Cheng about old times.
After more than ten years apart, Qin Cheng had many things to say, but they couldn't all be said at once.
"By the way, the driver of that new energy vehicle back then, three months after hitting you, mysteriously disappeared!"
Qin Cheng suddenly remembered something, his expression solemn.
Xu Mo was surprised, "Disappeared? What happened?"
Xu Mo had complex feelings towards the 'killer' who had 'killed' him.
"I'm not sure. After hitting you, he went mad and was sent to a mental hospital. According to the staff there, every night at three in the morning, he would let out incredibly chilling laughter, very frightening. Several patients in the room next to him were so scared they wet themselves and also went mad, saying a ghost was watching them at night."
As Qin Cheng spoke, he couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill down his spine. However, he continued:
"The staff were also terrified, so they had to sedate him every night. After that, he was much calmer. But one night, after he let out an even more eerie laugh, he was gone. The police checked the surveillance footage but found no trace of him."
"This person seemed to have vanished into thin air. And the most bizarre thing is, later, when the police searched the archives, they discovered that this driver had already died three years prior!"