"Heh, you're still in the mood to joke with me? The City-Destroying Fierce Ghosts seem to be fighting again over there, shouldn't you go check it out?"

Director Long helplessly laughed and patted the hand off his shoulder.

However, the next second—out of nowhere, a force without any murderous intent but with terrifying power swung directly at his head.

In an instant, this strange thing reached Director Long's forehead, just a hair's breadth away from blowing his head open.

But it was bound in place by an invisible power of Space, that slight gap as vast as a chasm.

He turned around with a puzzled look and asked Wu Liang, "What does this mean? Are you planning to spar with me at such a critical moment? Can't distinguish between what's important and what's not?"

Faced with Director Long's questioning, Wu Liang merely raised his hand to grab the Mist Sword he had restrained.

Then he fiercely thrust forward!

Even Director Long had to avoid this sword, his entire being instantly disappearing from the spot and reappearing behind Wu Liang.

He placed his hand on the other's shoulder with an unpleasant expression, saying, "You crazy? You're serious? This joke's a bit too much, isn't it?"

With that, the space in a few miles around suddenly solidified.

Wu Liang immediately felt like someone who couldn't swim falling into water, without time to struggle before the whole body of water froze, leaving him stuck in the center like an ice sculpture, unable to move.

Crack—

The Mist Sword in his hand also broke completely under this spatial solidification, turning into mist and dispersing.

Just as Director Long was about to probe which nerve this guy had snapped, Wu Liang moved.

He twisted his neck, turned around, and sneered, "So you do know how to use your ability, huh? I thought you'd just stand there and wait to die."

"What do you mean?" Director Long was puzzled.

Suddenly, Wu Liang reached out, grabbed his collar viciously, and cursed, "I know you're worrying about this and that, but can you at least think about it? If you don't deal with this City-Destroying problem, can you stay safe? They're still a threat to the citizens!"

"Is it enough with just me? Do you really think I care about the citizens? Maybe I'll just watch the show and leave."

"Here you don't want to come, there you don't want to go, you're really planning to go back to the Capital City and become another old man, huh? Pah!"

"You've become the kind of leader the old man wanted, who doesn't need protection, but aren't you still just huddled in a safe place pointing fingers?"

"There was no way to go previously, but now has it ground down your nature to the point of being afraid when facing danger? I'm about to head over, and if you don't follow, I'll never look up to you again in this life!"

Finishing, Wu Liang turned and left with a snap of his hand.

His words just now exploded like a thunderclap in Director Long's mind.

Yeah, why is the first thought when encountering danger about what if something happens to me?

When did I become somewhat afraid of death? Was it the sense of responsibility?

If a sense of responsibility alone could hold this position, perhaps the old man wouldn't have needed to find me.

"Heh... so that's how it is..."

"Old man, you stand too high. Sitting in this position, all I could do was imitate you endlessly, imitate until I had no thoughts of my own, even substituting your image in thoughts of protecting myself and not sacrificing."

"But I forgot you were a national machine that couldn't malfunction back then, erasing all personal emotions to reduce the chance of error."

"You were so great, causing me to forget you were just a regular person, your imagination of strength was always limited."

"And I am a person who is strong by nature."

Director Long raised his head and looked at the distant Wu Liang, his coat billowing in the wind made him unconsciously show a grateful expression.

This kid realized the issue within myself.

Constantly imitating the old man won't allow the official response to achieve better results in a second Supernatural Calamity, otherwise why wouldn't the old man continue in this position himself.

In a distant future facing all the incomprehensible, frequently City-Destroying, country-destroying Fierce Ghosts.

The old man realized that without any ability, his means of handling would eventually be insufficient to direct these supernatural events.

Thus, he cultivated Director Long to the higher position.

He needed not just a Director Long who didn't need protection but required someone who could contemplate all these other powerful Fierce Ghosts from the mindset of a strong being!

The current official need is not an emotionless cold machine as a leader but an invigorated, passionate strong figure!

After understanding, Director Long's figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared beside Wu Liang, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying, "I won't let you look down on me for the rest of my life."

Then a powerful power of space enveloped the two, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared at a distance very close to the group of City-Destroying Fierce Ghosts yet hard to be detected.

Looking into the other's eyes, there reappeared the confidence and passion of the time when he was the Zodiac Dragon.

Wu Liang knew he had achieved his purpose.

It's said that the spectator sees clearly what the players do not.

He had long noticed Director Long's conscious or unconscious imitation of the old man, aiming to become a cold, state machine.

It's not that this was wrong, Wu Liang just felt this path was not suitable for Director Long.

He should not become the second old man.

But become the first Director Long!

To bring back his way of thinking, he had taken action to make Director Long aware he was also a strong individual, needing to walk out from the towering shadow of the old man.

Of course, if this guy couldn't walk out.

Then Wu Liang truly wouldn't turn back to do anything, just as he said—he would look down on Director Long forever.

"Heh, you'd better not really let me look down on you."

The words had just fallen when the two's gazes fell on the foothills not far in front, where several blurry figures were opposing each other.

Yet this place also made Director Long startle.

"Qin Terracotta Warriors? The Fierce Ghosts also came to study historical artifacts? Why here?"

This was precisely the place with the Terracotta Warriors, lauded as the "Eighth Wonder of the World".

While Director Long was shocked, he suddenly felt the Magic Cube in his hand tremble, as if the Magic Cube Dragon Fierce Ghost hidden within was somewhat agitated.

Carefully sensing, he found the Magic Cube Dragon vaguely conveying only one thought—enter the tomb, find something and devour it.

Before Director Long could ponder over what kind of object could exert such a strong allure for a City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost, he realized that Wu Liang beside him had gotten up.

This guy walked straight towards the group of City-Destroying Fierce Ghosts conflicting not far away.

Then he shouted loudly—

"I! Emperor Qin Shi Huang! Transfer money!"

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