Lin Fanpeng saw the Sect Leader’s impatient expression, closed the door, and then knelt down with a thud in front of Dongfang Yu.
He recounted the recent events to Dongfang Yu in great detail.
Dongfang Yu wrapped his black fur coat around himself.
The stray hair on his forehead covered his sword-like eyebrows.
His eyes, dark as ink, stared fixedly at Lin Fanpeng.
After a long pause, he said indifferently, "Since that’s the case, then there’s no need to bother with her."
"Sect Leader, I actually don’t want to bother with her, either, but if things continue , my own safety is at risk," Lin Fanpeng said.
Dongfang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Lin Fanpeng before him.
Quietly, he began to ponder.
Although he lived in seclusion, he would still emerge every so often to grasp the current state of affairs.
Society was developing rapidly.
Comparatively speaking, countries abroad were developing much faster than domestically.
He had a substantial understanding of the current culture, science, biology, and other areas.
Otherwise, would he be any different from a deaf-blind person?
The so-called seclusion wasn’t about leaving the city and ignoring everything.
Rather, it was about transcending the mundane world while still controlling everything within it.
That was true seclusion.
Otherwise, it wasn’t seclusion but isolation.
He knew that under the current law, if Lin Fanpeng were truly to be incriminated by Lin Qinghuan, he would definitely be taken away by the authorities.
Even if he was over seventy years old, he would still be subject to legal sanctions.
Some of the resources at his disposal were inherited from his father.
Although he wasn’t particularly interested in these followers and even found them to be a burden, he didn’t want to see them thrown into prison.
Moreover, keeping Lin Fanpeng around made his own dealings much more convenient.
After all, it’s impossible to act alone in this human world.
Currently, all his affairs were managed by Lin Fanpeng, arranged perfectly to his satisfaction.
For now, the only problem in the Lin Family was Lin Qinghuan.
Father Lin, Mrs. Lin, and the others had not been found to have any issues so far.
The only issue seemed to be the old man before him who acted beyond scrutiny.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so flustered at his age.
Moreover, the other resources in his possession were indeed plentiful.
Especially those experts in modifying vehicles, which he took great interest in.
So for Lin Fanpeng before him, there was indeed great utility in keeping him around.
Dongfang Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead.
Then, he reached out his hand in front of Lin Fanpeng with an impatient tone, "Give me the porcelain bottle."
Lin Fanpeng was stunned for a moment before he remembered what the porcelain bottle was.
He always carried the porcelain bottle with him.
Lin Fanpeng hurriedly handed the porcelain bottle to Sect Leader Dongfang Yu.
He watched him with eyes full of longing.
Although the man before him appeared to be only in his twenties, Lin Fanpeng knew exactly how old the Sect Leader truly was.
Even without emerging from seclusion, he understood everything about the human world like the back of his hand.
Therefore, Lin Fanpeng dared not play any tricks in front of him.
He always spoke frankly, said what was one, and called two what was two.
After receiving the porcelain bottle, Dongfang Yu held it in his hand and glanced contemptuously at Lin Fanpeng, who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly, "Stand up. Don’t just kneel at every turn; that’s not the way these days."
Having said that, Dongfang Yu wrapped his fur coat around him and walked unhurriedly towards the sofa, then calmly took a seat.