Chapter 913: Have You Returned As Well

"Manager, may I ask where the Patriarchs are?" a member of Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but ask.

"If I knew where they were, would I still need to gather you all here?" the middle-aged man at the head of the table scolded. "And I said it's just a possibility, a possibility, do you understand?"

"Yes, Manager."

The Linglong Pavilion member lowered his head.

Everyone knew the manager's temper, so they avoided asking further questions that might provoke his anger. Instead, they asked, "Manager, how did you come to know that the Patriarchs might have returned?"

"Good question."

The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigarette and waved his hand. "Three months ago, a great battle took place in the Guihai Domain. That battle ended with someone self-destructing to determine the victor."

"What's strange is that two months ago, another great battle occurred in the Guihai Domain, and this battle also ended with someone self-destructing to decide the outcome."

"Most importantly, someone witnessed that the same person self-destructed in both battles!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man fell silent, taking another cigarette from the box and lighting it up.

As his words settled, many in the crowd exclaimed, "Is it the Eighteenth Patriarch?"

"Hehe, you little rascals, you're quite sharp," the middle-aged man chuckled. "Self-destructing without dying—such a skill has only ever been heard of in the case of the Eighteenth Patriarch."

With his confirmation, the entire square erupted in commotion.

Many people's faces lit up with fervor.

In their lifetime, they might actually have the chance to meet the legendary Patriarchs of Linglong Pavilion?

"Quiet, quiet."

The middle-aged man shouted. "The clues we have so far are only these, and we can't be entirely sure yet that it's the Eighteenth Patriarch."

"So, to confirm whether the Patriarchs have truly returned, we need further verification."

"Since the Patriarchs always act as a group, besides the Eighteenth Patriarch, it would be even better if we could get some news about the other Patriarchs in Yunxing."

"The reason I've called you here today is to have you spread your subordinates out and thoroughly investigate whether there are any figures resembling the other Patriarchs appearing in various domains of Yunxing."

In the crowd.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Mei Xian'er's mind immediately conjured up the image of Yi Feng.

It wasn't that Yi Feng resembled any of the Patriarchs.

But Yi Feng's skill at playing mahjong struck her as peculiar, especially the seasoned demeanor he displayed while playing. Apart from occasionally seeing such a demeanor on the manager, she had never witnessed it in anyone else.

In short, this demeanor made her vaguely feel that Yi Feng was no ordinary person.

"Manager, Mei'er has something to report," Mei Xian'er said loudly.

"Oh, little Mei'er, what is it? Speak up."

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Manager, some days ago on my Line 8 ship, I encountered a young man like this," Mei Xian'er recounted everything about playing mahjong with Yi Feng, including her description of his demeanor.

"Oh, such skill exists?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered as he mused, "You must know, these mahjong tiles were made using a specific method passed down by the Patriarchs. No cultivator can cheat at it."

The reason the Patriarchs created this was to expand the ranks of the Dragon Division through this method.

Of course.

The Dragon Division, this mysterious force, is unknown to ordinary people.

"Where is he?"

The middle-aged man asked urgently.

No matter who this person was, in his view, it was highly likely that he belonged to a group similar to the Dragon Division.

That group from the Dragon Division.

They're all lunatics!

Even if I were to encounter any one of them, I wouldn't dare to speak loudly.

Probably only the Patriarchs could suppress them and take them under their wing for future needs.

"Uh."

When asked about the person, Mei Xian'er looked somewhat embarrassed, scratching her nose as she said, "He jumped into the sea, and now, probably, he's..."

"Then isn't that just nonsense?"

The middle-aged man immediately glared at Mei Xian'er, "I thought you had brought the person here."

Mei Xian'er looked awkward.

"It's just that when I heard you mention the news about the Patriarchs, I suddenly remembered this incident," Mei Xian'er explained.

"Alright, alright, we'll deal with it if we encounter him again."

The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.

"Encounter him again?"

Mei Xian'er raised an eyebrow, "He's already dead, how can we encounter him again?"

"Don't worry about that, but this person most likely isn't dead."

The middle-aged man spoke impatiently, but he didn't elaborate further.

In his mind, if the person was truly as Mei Xian'er described, then he was probably from that group in the Dragon Division.

Perhaps even a member of the Dragon Division himself.

But regardless, the Patriarchs had instructed that anyone resembling the Dragon Division group should not be provoked or approached aggressively; everything should be left to fate.

But Mei Xian'er didn't know all that.

Hearing the middle-aged man say that Yi Feng wasn't dead, her eyebrow twitched.

This manager, who seemed to curse and joke around without a care, was actually a terrifyingly powerful figure, and one of the few who had met the Patriarchs.

Although.

Rumors had it that the Patriarchs didn't think much of him back then, but because he ingratiated himself well with someone even the Patriarchs feared, he rose to his position. Yet, his strength and his far-reaching influence were undeniable.

So, since the middle-aged man said Yi Feng wasn't dead, regardless of the reason, Mei Xian'er believed that Yi Feng must indeed be alive.

"Little guy, so you're not dead after all."

"That's quite interesting."

Mei Xian'er licked her lips, a playful smile spreading across her face.

"Little Mei'er, it's best to stay away from him, don't provoke him," the middle-aged man looked at her again, his tone meaningful.

Mei Xian'er was taken aback.

Don't provoke him?

For the manager to say such a thing suddenly piqued Mei Xian'er's curiosity to its peak.

"Little guy, who would have thought the manager would speak of you like this."

"I'm suddenly very curious about your origins..."

"Alright, dismissed. Report back with any news at any time," the middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling for someone to push him away.

After turning around.

His face was filled with worry.

"Patriarchs, I've carried out all the tasks you assigned me back then, but I'm at a loss for what to do next."

"If you're not satisfied when the time comes, please don't blame me."

"And that person, have you returned as well?"