Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 163: Law Enforcement Hall

Deep within the sea of clouds, in a suspended cave abode.

A game of Go had already concluded.

The blue-robed middle-aged man, holding the black stones, had slaughtered the white's large dragon, wiping it out completely.

The water mirror technique was currently reflecting the tense, drawn-swords-and-strung-bows scene in the Maintenance Department.

Seeing the formation plate go silent, Steward Sun lose composure, and Su Ming presenting the ancient text to turn the tables, the blue-robed middle-aged man casually placed a stone on the board. His tone was flat, as if discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"This lad is indeed cautious, knows how to use an opponent's strength against them."

"Pity, his bone structure is a fatal flaw. He will ultimately find it difficult to achieve greatness."

Opposite him, Elder Ma, with white hair and beard, had a calm and steady aura.

He picked up a white stone, pondered for a moment, and placed it in a corner of the board, attempting to revive a dead group. His movements were neither hurried nor slow.

"Senior Brother, I must disagree with that statement."Elder Ma's voice carried the hoarseness unique to the elderly, yet each word was clear.

"This lad can perceive the essence in the minutiae. His temperament is calm, his thinking unconventional and ingenious."

"He can dig out a century-old case from dusty old records to extricate himself. This resourcefulness and solid foundation is no worse than simply charging ahead with brute force."

He raised his eyes, a glimmer of imperceptible wisdom flashing in his cloudy gaze.

"In my opinion, he could become one of the sect's managers."

As these words fell, the air within the cave abode seemed to still for a moment.

Manager.

These three words carried immense weight.

They represented not just power, but responsibility, a position significant enough to influence the operational structure of the entire sect.

Elder Ma fell silent for a moment, looking at the youth in the water mirror who remained bowed, posture humble, and finally let out a sigh.

"It's just... isn't this tempering a bit too harsh?"

The blue-robed middle-aged man's gaze returned to the water mirror, watching the entire process of Su Ming presenting the ancient text and turning the tables.

The corner of his mouth seemed to lift in a barely perceptible curve, but it vanished just as quickly.

"Harsh?"

He picked up his teacup, blowing on the floating tea leaves.

"Real storms are a hundred times more perilous than this."

"However..."

He changed the subject.

have my measure. Giving Steward Sun an opportunity to vent his malice is also giving Su Ming a chance to see the

good opportunity to clean house. The 'rivet' you

denied, simply shifting his gaze

a slight flick of his wide

of gentle breeze emanated from his fingertips, pierced through the cave abode, and silently merged into

he changed the topic, as if

its end. Are you

trace of concern appearing in

can still get you

stone he had been unable to

sound of the stone landing echoed in the

you for your kind intention,

"No need."

more capable talent for the sect before my path dissipates

looked at the youth in the water

may be the last bit of effort I can contribute

detached from worldly concerns, carrying the release of one

swept over the calm figure of the youth in

casual appraisal in his eyes, replaced by a hint

did not

...

Formation Lines Maintenance

collapsed like mud at his feet, not a single

he retrieved a crimson jade slip

slowly raised

harming each other, the

no longer something

Sun, enunciating

do you

his five

"Crack!"

slip shattered

the sky, instantly piercing through the stone hall's dome, exploding

Law Enforcement

Everyone was stunned.

Chen Ping to

did he

the sect's enforcement arm—the

"No! Don't!"

out a despairing

get up, trying to cling to Chen Ping's

Brother Chen! I was wrong! I lost my mind for a moment!

him away

"Too late."

the instant

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

black tight-fitting garments, with icy auras, appeared at the great