NovelEnglish"Yes, of course. You have great foresight, uncle." Magnus instantly buttered up to him.
Manfred chuckled and said, "We restore the reputation where it's damaged. Invite all those people back to the splace, tomorrow at noon. The dignity of the Ray clan must not be compromised." "Uncle, are you going to ask Grandpa to help?" asked Magnus joyously.
Manfred said nonchalantly, "Of course! Who else can defeat a pre-Sanctuary level cultivator except for my father?" "Right. Grandpa has been a pre-Sanctuary level cultivator for over a decade. That young man is no match for him," said Magnus furiously.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtManfred laughed and said, "Letassure you that my father is a Sanctuary level cultivator. Have you heard of the saying that everything is inferior to a Sanctuary level cultivator?" "A Sanctuary level cultivator?" Magnus was instantly overjoyed. He had no cultivation talents, but he knew about the saying because he was born in a cultivation clan.
A Sanctuary level cultivator was basically invincible.
Magnus said with excitement, "Uncle, | can't believe my grandpa is a Sanctuary level cultivator. The end is near for Trevor Penn!" Manfred said nonchalantly, "Go back and make arrangements because I'm going to enjoy my tea." "Yes, uncle. I'll stay up tonight to make the necessary arrangements. | promise everyone will be there." Magnus bowed, and then he was pushed away in his wheelchair.
Manfred tasted his tea after Magnus left. He smiled and said, "A nice cup of tea depends on the right temperature. This is the right tto punish the Shandons, and it's also the perfect moment for the Ray clan to establish cultivation dominance in Zealand." Manfred smiled and put his cup down. With a wave, his butler, Liam Ray, walked over. He bowed and asked, "How may | help you, sir?" "Call Mayor Mitchell. Have him deploy special agents and declare martial law at the Caesar Hotel tomorrow. Tell him that the Ray clan has important matters to deal with there," replied Manfred.
Liam nodded and said, "Yes, sir." With that, he bowed and left.
Manfred smiled gently. He wanted everyone to know the terrifying power of the Ray clan tomorrow, and he also wanted them to know the extent of their influence on the Zealand authorities.
Then, he sat quietly for a moment before standing up slowly. He passed through the house and cto a cabin in the backyard.
The door of the cabin was wide open, so he could see the children playing joyously inside. A laughter from an elder could also be heard from tto time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmManfred smiled. He stood at the door and bowed. He said, "Father, | wish to see you." "What is it? Can't you see I'm playing with the children?" He sounded a bit annoyed.
However, Manfred did not mind. The children were the grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren of his father.
His father called all his grandchildren to the cabin as soon as he cback. They had a great time, and they hardly ever left the cabin.
That was probably what people called a 'cross-generational bond".
Manfred bowed again and said, "Father, your grandson was badly injured over sconflict. The opponent is a pre-Sanctuary level cultivator. No one can defeat him in the Ray clan except for you." "I didn't cback to fight for you punks. I'm going back to cultivating in solitude right away after | check on my grandchildren." Manfred frowned and said, "Father, it's not easy for the Ray clan to get to where it is today. Everyone made a lot of effort so you could cultivate in peace. If you don't help us, the reputation of the Ray clan will be tarnished. I'm afraid they'll take advantage of us." His father fell silent in the cabin for a long while before he said, "lI understand, but this is the only tI'll help. There won't be a next time." "Thanks, Father. I'll leave you to your grandchildren then." Manfred made a satisfied smile, offering one final bow before he left.
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