Long Chen initially didn't want to kill the old man from Heavenly God Temple so soon, but alas, his words were without measure, showing no awareness of being a prisoner at the foot of the victor, seeking his own death, and Long Chen had to send him on his way early.
He turned around, looked at Xia Ling and the others who were staring dumbfounded, and smiled faintly, "What are you all stunned for? Get some people to handle this."
"Don't... Don't we need to inform the relevant departments?" Li Yuexin asked somewhat stutteringly.
"No need," Long Chen said. "Matters of the Martial Arts World should be settled within the Martial Arts World. This level of conflict has already surpassed mundane rules. We shouldn't draw trouble to secular law enforcement—there's no need for that at the moment." Long Chen said.
"He's making sense, listen to him." Zhao Churan said.
"Churan, what do you mean by 'him'? Shouldn't you be calling me 'husband'?" Long Chen teased.
