Thank me?
Ling Chen was slightly startled, not expecting Zhu Jin to mention him. That bastard probably hated him to death by now, how could he have the goodwill to thank him.
"Thanks to Mr. Ling, our Dangyang Sect did not wrong a good person, maintaining the reputation of our sect. Mr. Ling, as our token of gratitude, please let me know if you ever need help in the future, I will certainly assist with all my might."
Seeing Zhu Jin's insincere smile on his face, Ling Chen also responded with feigned courtesy: "Certainly, certainly."
"Let's go." Zhu Jin waved his hand, and his disciples immediately followed him, leaving the meeting place together.
Upon exiting the venue, Zhu Jin's expression immediately darkened, rage simmering in his eyes, hating so much that his teeth were gnashing.
"Shuiyan."
"Master, what are your orders?"
Zhu Jin's face was ashen, as he squeezed a few words through gritted teeth: "Don't let Ling Chen leave this boat alive."
