The phone call had ended.
However, Jin Zhiming stood before Ling Feng, trembling and at a loss.
"You can go. Remember what you said!"
Ling Feng slowly stood up, no longer looking at Jin Zhiming.
Jin Zhiming suddenly jolted awake and quickly bowed, "Yes, this old man shall take his leave. Tomorrow, I will become a monk at the Qinghai Mountain Temple in the capital!"
Ling Feng's side was completely silent.
Only then did Jin Zhiming quickly withdraw. His old life was saved, but the fright he received, along with the injury on his shoulder.
Jin Zhiming knew that he probably wouldn't live for many more years!
He could no longer interfere with the Yan family's affairs, as he was now struggling to protect himself!
But when Jin Zhiming returned home, he saw that Yan Yulong was already at his doorstep!
This made Jin Zhiming's face turn pale with shock.
"How dare you come looking for me again? Do you really want me to risk this old life of mine?"
Jin Zhiming couldn't help but berate him.
Yan Yulong quickly bowed, "Grandpa Jin, you misunderstand. Someone wants to see you..."
As he spoke, Yan Yulong raised his hand and opened the car door beside him.
A foot clad in old cloth shoes from the capital stretched out.
As it landed on the ground, a dragon-headed cane also appeared!
"Old Master?"
Jin Zhiming's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to help.
An old, frail man walked out of the car. This was the Yan family's ancestor, nearly twenty years older than Jin Zhiming!
He was also the one who had recruited Jin Zhiming into the Yan family back then!
If one were to ask how Jin Zhiming could have reached such a martial arts realm at his age, it was entirely due to the cultivation of the old man before him!
The Yan family had spent a considerable amount of money on Jin Zhiming.
It was just that later generations were all very respectful to Jin Zhiming, and the details were not well understood.
However, with the appearance of this ancestor, even Jin Zhiming merely became like a thug or bodyguard, bowing respectfully.
Yan Zuming was nearly one hundred and twenty years old, making him the longest-lived ordinary person in the capital who had not reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal.
"Old Jin, how is your injury?"
Yan Zuming's face was full of smiles, his wrinkles piled up so high that his eyes were almost invisible.
Jin Zhiming could still put on airs in front of others, but in front of this man, he truly couldn't.
"The injury is fine. The opponent showed mercy! Otherwise, I would be dead by now! Old Master, why did you come in person!?"
As he spoke, Jin Zhiming led Yan Zuming into his villa.
Yan Zuming waved his hand, "No, I won't go up. Old Jin, I heard you were injured, and I knew this matter was not simple!"
"Alas, I should say that young man is not simple. His martial arts strength is the strongest I have ever seen in my life!" Jin Zhiming sighed inexplicably.
Yan Zuming's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? Then has my Yan family truly encountered a calamity this time?"
Jin Zhiming nodded solemnly, "Old Master, this matter must be treated with utmost seriousness!"
"Hmm, alright, I came today to see you. Alas, it's the younger generation below who are not living up to expectations. You've already retired, and you're being troubled for this matter. I'm truly sorry!"
Yan Zuming's words were also filled with a hint of apology.
Jin Zhiming smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Old Master, please don't say that. Everything I have today was given to me by the Yan family, but... I won't be able to serve the Yan family anymore! Alas!"
"Oh? Old Jin, you mean..."
"Yes, Old Master, I have already sworn before that senior. Tomorrow, I will become a monk and never concern myself with worldly affairs again!"
Jin Zhiming seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of life and death.
After a bleak smile, he cupped his hands slightly towards Yan Zuming, "Old Master, thank you here. The Yan family must treat this matter with great seriousness. This person truly cannot be made an enemy!"
"Good, Old Jin, I believe what you say!"
Yan Zuming nodded, then waved to Yan Yulong beside him, "Yulong, escort Grandpa Jin upstairs and bring him the healing medicine!"
"Yes! Grandfather!" Yan Yulong responded and helped Jin Zhiming upstairs.
Jin Zhiming kept reminding Yan Yulong not to provoke Ling Feng and never to do anything foolish in the future.
At this moment, Yan Zuming had already returned to the car and coldly ordered the driver in front, "Drive!"
"Yes!" The driver drove, his face cold.
The car hadn't gone far when the driver said coldly, "Elder Yan, are we just letting that kid go?"
Yan Zuming shook his head, "Old Jin's words don't sound like a joke. This child cannot be confronted head-on!"
"I will go and kill him. If he is not dead, I will not return!" the driver said coldly, appearing full of confidence.
Yan Zuming's eyes lit up slightly, but then he said coldly, "There's no rush for this. We still have time to understand more about this young man. If Old Jin dies, some people will be more restless than us!"
"Yes!"
Fifteen minutes later, Yan Yulong walked down from upstairs, his face somewhat pale. He reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Then he got into the car and left.
Inside the villa behind him, on the bedroom bed.
Jin Zhiming lay peacefully on it, looking as if he were asleep.
But Jin Zhiming's body was gradually losing its warmth, and within a short period, corpse spots began to appear on his body.
Yes, Jin Zhiming was dead.
The fatal wound was the injury left by Ling Feng on his shoulder. There seemed to be some wound medicine on it, but whether there was anything else in it was unknown.
The next day, the sky was clear and bright.
Ling Feng drove Ling Xiaoran to school early in the morning.
After yesterday's incident, Ling Feng had also spoken to the kindergarten. Similar incidents would absolutely not happen again here.
Ling Feng was relatively confident about this, as there were other people arranged to guard the place.
However, Lin Siqi was clearly very worried.
"Ling Feng, why don't I stay at the school to accompany Xiaoran? I just inquired at the kindergarten, and there is a kindergarten teacher position here. I want to try."
Lin Siqi was almost dedicating all her energy and time to Ling Xiaoran.
Ling Feng shook his head upon hearing this, "This is not good for Xiaoran. She will always have to face everything. If you feel bored, you can find a job. It's relatively easy to find work in the capital, but try not to be too tired."
"This... alright." Lin Siqi could only compromise with Ling Feng.
Ling Feng seemed to sense that Lin Siqi's mood was a little low, as if yesterday's incident of Ling Xiaoran being bullied was her fault.
"Siqi, you don't need to work. We will live in this house often in the future. It's great if you can manage everything well!"
Lin Siqi's pretty face flushed slightly, "I can do these things after I get off work. I still need to earn some money."
"You don't need to earn money, I'll support you!" Ling Feng's promise suddenly blurted out.
Lin Siqi's heart trembled wildly. She bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and couldn't speak at all.