Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1215 - 362: [Mending the Heavens]

Chapter 362 [Patch the Sky]

An unmarked private room is situated at the far end of the second floor hall.

The double doors of the private room give an impression that undoubtedly, top-quality materials were used during the renovation back in the day, though now they bear the marks of time.

A middle-aged man stands outside the room, along with two bodyguards, who quietly step aside as Liu Zhaoming leads Chen Yan forward.

After exchanging glances with the middle-aged man, Liu Zhaoming personally opened the door and invited Chen Yan inside.

The private room is rather spacious, but contains only one round table.

Beside the head seat sits an elderly man.

Chen Yan immediately recognizes him as the patient he saw in a coma at the hospital the previous day, the current leader of the Liu Family, the patriarch sect leader.

His real name is Liu Jianshan, one of the top tiers of the un-crowned kings controlling the lifeblood of Port City.

This bigwig was born in the 1960s and is now in his sixties.

His father, the first-generation sect leader of the Liu Family, rose during the turmoil times and is considered one of the national capitalists of that era, with friendships among the founding fathers of Dragon Country, providing support and help before Dragon Country was founded.

The old man was truly the one with connections in the upper echelons of Beijing.

And Mr. Liu Jianshan, reportedly as a child, he followed his father to Beijing and even met several top leaders in private settings.

Later, around the time of Port City’s return, the Liu Family exerted considerable effort to help maintain Port City’s economic order.

But beyond Liu Jianshan, the relationships and connections with Beijing’s upper echelons have drastically weakened.

He once tried to send Liu Zhaoming to the Mainland, but although Liu Zhaoming is smart, he might truly lack some political acumen and opportunities. Therefore, the ties with Beijing’s elite are somehow maintained at Liu Jianshan’s level, but at Liu Zhaoming’s, it’s merely a token gesture.

Nonetheless, Liu Jianshan remains a figure who once held sway over Port City.

Now aged and frail, even his brows reveal an undisguisable sickly appearance, yet his gaze still carries an aura of authority.

As Chen Yan enters, Mr. Liu Sr. raises his head to look at Chen Yan, showing a faint smile on his aged face, but his gaze is earnest: "Mr. Chen has arrived. I’ve just managed to start moving again and find it inconvenient to get up to greet you. I hope you don’t mind."

As he speaks, Liu Jianshan gestures to a chair beside him: "Come, please take a seat."

Behind Chen Yan, Liu Zhaoming quietly exits and closes the door.

Chen Yan examines Liu Jianshan, and Liu Jianshan assesses Chen Yan as well. Chen Yan notices a detail: in Liu Jianshan’s eyes, there’s none of the usual surprise or slight bewilderment people often have when seeing his overly youthful face.

The old man’s gaze is steady and deep.

Chen Yan appreciates Liu Jianshan’s attitude – it’s very sincere.

At least he didn’t call him "young man."

Honestly, if upon entering this patriarch adopted some elder’s demeanor and addressed him as "young man," Chen Yan would certainly take a different approach.

Walking out might be extreme, but today’s conversation might just be surface-level pleasantries, and as for prolonging life, that would be out of the question.

It’s not arrogance, but...

You’re asking me to save your life, and if I’m the only one who can, then you’re not entitled to adopt a superior stance.

Chen Yan believes this is indeed a matter of course.

He then withdraws his scrutinizing gaze, walks over unhurriedly, and sits down, smiling at Liu Jianshan: "Mr. Liu, it’s a privilege to meet you, truly fortunate!"

Liu Jianshan sighed softly: "These words should be mine. If not for meeting Mr. Chen, I’d still be waiting for death in the hospital, with tubes attached."

After speaking, he takes a deep breath and stretches out both hands, grabs a clean tea bowl, and personally takes the teapot on the table. After filling it seven-tenths, he offers it with both hands to Chen Yan.

"Mr. Chen extended a helping hand, saving me from distress, and truly benefitted the entire Liu Family. This cup of tea is my tribute to the esteemed gentleman."

Chen Yan’s gaze is serious, and he looked at Liu Jianshan before carefully taking the tea bowl with both hands, taking a sip, and then placing it down.

"You’re too kind, Mr. Liu. Since I have accepted the Liu Family’s generous reward, naturally I will complete the task well."

Liu Jianshan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the door opened, and the middle-aged man seen earlier outside pushed a dining cart in, respectfully placing various dim sum baskets on the table, all Cantonese-style snacks.

Liu Jianshan smiled graciously: "It happens to be lunchtime; if Mr. Chen doesn’t mind, let’s enjoy some while we chat."

Chen Yan smiled and, without hesitation, picked up chopsticks, grabbing a crystal shrimp dumpling, and after taking a bite, felt the flavor as expected, fresh and sweet.

"Although this place has declined, the taste is still top level of Port City. However, young people don’t prefer these old-style Cantonese restaurants. Fortunately, I still have some money. Even if the restaurant doesn’t make profit, I’ll keep the head chef, refusing to let them go even if it doesn’t make money.