"Seventeen years ago, after the Guangwu Gate shooting incident, the Ideal Land was officially wanted, the organization completely disintegrated, and the mbers scattered everywhere. So were arrested and imprisoned, so fled abroad, and others... were never heard from again."
He paused, a touch of indescribable bitterness appearing in his eyes:
"At that ti, my identity was leaked, and I was fully pursued by the Special Search Team. In a hurry, I boarded a fishing boat to stow away to the Southern Ocean."
"During that ti, I lived like a stray dog, only concerned with desperately running away, avoiding investigation, and had no ti to pay attention to what was happening in the country."
"So, about your father’s death, I’m truly unaware of the specific situation."
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, looking disappointed:
"You don’t even know?"
Ye Zhiran slowly shook his head, then added:
"After the turmoil subsided a bit, I secretly inquired about the other mbers’ news and sporadically heard so things about your father."
"Shijie originally could have stayed out of it. It seems that under the thorough investigation of the Special Search Team, to cover for other companions, he eventually chose to set himself on fire."
Fang Cheng remained silent, a dim light flashing through his eyes.
These words were almost the sa as what he had heard from Xuan Zhen, providing no more valuable clues, deepening his sense of loss.
"However—"
Ye Zhiran’s tone suddenly beca sharp:
"Although I don’t know the direct perpetrator who killed your father, I know who is responsible for all this!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng imdiately lifted his gaze, focusing sharply on him.
Ye Zhiran adjusted his glasses, the lenses glinting in the morning light, a cold fla seemingly igniting in his eyes:
"Back then, due to internal disputes within the organization, so people took the opportunity to seize power, killed the original leader, and then turned around to rely on the officials, selling out the identities and whereabouts of other mbers."
"They broke faith and betrayed, with blood of their companions on their hands, all deserving to die."
"As long as we find each of them and bring them to justice, we can both avenge our deceased companions and completely investigate all the events of that year."
Ye Zhiran paused and said in a low voice:
"Among these traitors, there must be the murderer who killed your father. Perhaps from their mouths, you could uncover the truth about your father’s case."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng remained silent for a while before eventually nodding slowly:
"Alright. In the future, when you find these people, you must inform imdiately. I want to be involved in every action."
Ye Zhiran gave him a deep look and nodded in agreent:
"Okay."
"Also, Uncle."
Fang Cheng suddenly turned his head, looking at Li Dingjian, who stood to the side with a nervous expression.
Li Dingjian was holding a teacup and, hearing Fang Cheng call him, his hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the tea.
Fang Cheng spoke in a serious tone:
"You must not take risks to participate in such activities anymore."
Li Dingjian was stunned, then flushed with excitent and stood up:
"How can that be? This is our family matter; avenging my brother-in-law—how can I stay out of it?"
Fang Cheng shook his head firmly, his tone calm but unquestionable:
"The organization we are dealing with is powerful, filled with experts. Although you have Special Abilities, you lack real combat experience and Combat Power. In tis of danger, you would not only be unable to protect yourself but would also distract ."
Li Dingjian’s face turned red. He opened his mouth to refute but was montarily speechless.
He knew Fang Cheng was stating facts.
Previously, when following the Professor, he had always done intelligence gathering and logistics work, and had hardly ever engaged in real combat.
Lin Chuqiao gently advised:
"Fang Cheng is right; Ideal Land is far more dangerous than before, and carelessness could cost your life."
"Your ability is indeed important, but it must be used on the premise of safety; staying behind to support might be more helpful."
Bai Ling nodded repeatedly in agreent:
"Yeah, yeah, Crow, listen to White Ghost’s elder; it’s all for your own good."
Li Dingjian looked at the concerned eyes of everyone, feeling a mix of emotions.
He sat back in his chair, eventually sighed:
"Alright... I understand."
Seeing him agree, Fang Cheng’s tone slightly softened:
"Uncle, if there is a need for your abilities in the future, I will contact you imdiately."
"Just stay in a safe place and provide backup support for us."
Li Dingjian reluctantly nodded, took a sip of tea, but couldn’t taste a bit of flavor as it went down his throat.
Once things were cleared up, mutual suspicion was reduced, and the atmosphere beca less tense.
Ye Zhiran then talked about deeper secrets involving the "Ideal Land."
Fang Cheng listened silently, preparing for the future confrontation with this organization.
"Although Xuan Zhen is now dead, the threat of Ideal Land has not been eliminated."
Ye Zhiran adjusted his glasses and his tone beca heavy again:
"On the contrary, because of Xuan Zhen’s fall, the organization’s plan failed, which may trigger their alertness and revenge."
"Especially that man... he is always vengeful, allowing no one to challenge his dignity."
As he spoke, Ye Zhiran looked at Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with a warning:
"Fang Cheng, you stopped that man’s true descent, you are already exposed to their sight; from now on, you must be extrely careful, be cautious in hiding your tracks, and try to avoid using your abilities in front of outsiders."
Fang Cheng remained calm, as if he had expected this outco.
He only nodded slightly, not saying much more.
Lin Chuqiao, however, furrowed her brows, with a hint of anxiety, she asked:
"Professor, don’t you have the ’Formless Barrier’? It should be able to help Fang Cheng hide his tracks."
Ye Zhiran’s mouth held a wry smile as he rubbed his temples, a trace of fatigue in his eyes:
"I can indeed use ’Formless Barrier’ to disrupt the heavenly chanism, obscure cause and effect, making it impossible for trackers to find their target through conventional ans."
"But in the face of such a level of enemy, if not fully prepared and arranged, I can’t guarantee it would completely conceal him from their perception."
He shook his head, his tone becoming heavier:
"Moreover, Fang Cheng once had direct contact with that man, and his aura is probably deeply rembered by the other party."
"In this situation, the effect of ’Formless Barrier’ will be greatly reduced, and forcibly using it may backfire, potentially exposing your traces instead."
Fang Cheng suddenly raised his eyes sharply at Ye Zhiran and spoke in a deep voice:
"What exactly is that man’s power?"
This was his paramount concern and the most crucial question.
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiran’s expression instantly changed slightly, as if transported back to distant, terrifying mories.
After several seconds of silence, he slowly said:
"That man is extrely mysterious; even back when I was in the organization, I only saw him a few tis."
"As for his actual power, I only heard so rumors from other mbers."
He spoke, his gaze drifting out the window, his tone becoming increasingly somber:
"His terror has long surpassed common sense; with every gesture, he radiates an oppressive presence, even Xuan Zhen, whom outsiders consider an Evil Ghost, becos like a mouse seeing a cat when encountering him, not daring to breathe."
"Once, an S-Class power user, due to speaking disrespectfully towards him, had his heart crushed from a distance, without even a chance to resist."
"Another ti, his whereabouts were leaked and he was besieged abroad by hundreds of special police and a dozen power users, along with planes and tanks, deploying heavy military firepower."
Ye Zhiran paused, a chilling note entering his voice:
"In the end, he walked calmly into the encirclent, and in less than ten minutes, rendered everyone and the weapons completely devoid of Combat Power."
"So described the scene as if a deity from mythology had descended, against whom mortals simply could not contend."
Saying this, a trace of fear uncontrollably flickered in Ye Zhiran’s eyes:
"More frighteningly, so suspect he may have lived for hundreds of years, or even longer."
"He exudes an aura that transcends ti, seemingly not belonging to this era."
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