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On the other side, the Guo Family was equally astonished. After a while, they regained their composure. They had initially hoped that Elder Liang would step in to at least intimidate Jiang Chen, but to their surprise, Elder Liang appeared before Jiang Chen as if he were a eunuch facing the emperor, devoid of any of his former authority.
"Grandfather, see? I told you we shouldn't go against Mr. Jiang," Guo Weiqing said.
Old Master Guo's expression darkened, and he remained silent. With his son and grandson killed, he would not let this grudge go easily.
Elder Liang took Master Wu to a corner and slapped him hard across the face again, furious as he said, "All you do is bring me trouble! You've completely ruined my reputation today."
"Master, who exactly is that kid? Why are you so wary of him?" Master Wu asked, puzzled. His master was a martial arts giant; even when facing the leaders of hidden sects in Huaxia, he wouldn’t show such reverence. This left Master Wu deeply confused.
"That kid's cultivation is unfathomable; I am no match for him, so naturally, I must be cautious. It’s understandable to offend a master once in the martial arts world, but if it happens a second time and we continue to provoke him, then even if we are killed, we have no one to blame," Elder Liang said solemnly.
Master Wu fell silent. If even his master was so wary, then Jiang Chen's strength was indeed beyond measure.
An hour later, the cruise ship anchored near Black Dragon Island.
Although the weather in Hong Kong Island was poor today, the sea was remarkably fine—clear skies stretched endlessly above, the sea was a deep blue, and gentle waves rippled across the surface. Occasionally, dolphins leaped out of the water before splashing back down.
Next to Black Dragon Island, a fishing boat had been waiting for some time.
At the bow of the fishing boat stood an old man dressed in a black robe. His hood obscured his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly. Beside him were several others—both men and women.
Jiang Chen squinted into the distance; the black-robed figure was an elderly man whose face resembled withered wood—he seemed almost skeletal. His deeply sunken eyes barely revealed whether they were open or closed. The aura emanating from him was extremely gloomy, giving one a sense of standing at the edge of an abyss.
"It seems Southeast Asia also has its Master of Magic," Jiang Chen said with a slight smile. Although the black-robed man concealed his cultivation well, he could not escape Jiang Chen's keen perception; his strength should not be inferior to Jia Xingliang's.
It was uncertain whether this black-robed man possessed powerful magical artifacts; if he did, Jia Xingliang would be even less of a match.
"That person in the black robe must be Southeast Asia's Feng Shui Master. He’s just putting on airs; he definitely can't compete with Master Jia," people on deck murmured as they leaned over the ship's railing to observe the fishing boat.
"We don't believe in Feng Shui and metaphysics in our mainland; I never expected it to be so popular here on Hong Kong Island. Could it really be effective?" someone muttered.
"I used to be skeptical too, but now I believe it. This world is definitely not as simple as we think," another person chimed in.
On the deck of the cruise ship, a group of people was discussing animatedly when Jia Xingliang finally emerged from the inner cabin and stepped onto the deck.
"Master Jia!"
"Master Jia, we believe in you! You can definitely defeat this arrogant challenger."
"Southeast Asia is just a small place with minor techniques; how could they possibly compare with our Huaxia arts?"
"But don’t underestimate their Southeast Asian techniques; they can be bizarre and unpredictable. We still need to be cautious."
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