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Gong Zhenren slowly walked up to Yang Fei.
His gaze was as clear as water, observing Yang Fei mildly.
Yang Fei looked back at Gong Zhenren in a relaxed manner, his eyes neither provocatively challenging nor submitting in fear.
After a long while, Gong Zhenren sighed.
"The Martial God Bloodline truly is extraordinary. I've lost," he conceded.
He turned around and gave Yang Yurong a formal bow, his tone indifferent.
"Madam, I am unable to manage this affair. My apologies!"
Yang Yurong's head buzzed.
She nearly thought she had heard wrong.
This Gong Zhenren before her eyes had protected the Liang Family for twenty years.
His methods were as unfathomable as Ghosts and Gods.
No matter the strength of the enemy or the nature of the crisis, as long as Gong Zhenren made a move, it would be resolved.
But this time, before even making a move, Gong Zhenren had admitted defeat.
This was an unprecedented event in more than twenty years.
