"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wolong looked confused and said, "How can there be soil from Kunlun Mountain here?"
"Of course, and it's on you."
Shen Lang said, "The old man is meticulous. Since he asked you to bring the Nine Springs Returning Soul Grass down the mountain, he would naturally give you Kunlun soil as well, otherwise, wouldn't the Nine Springs Returning Soul Grass wither and die."
"Wolong, check the things you brought down and see if there's Kunlun soil. I believe not only Kunlun soil, but also the medicinal wine that nourishes it."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wolong hurriedly opened his backpack and found two black jars inside. When Wolong opened the two jars, he found one with soil and one with medicinal wine.
"Old man, I thought this was some kind of chili sauce, but I didn't expect it to be Kunlun soil and medicinal wine."
Wolong said in shock.
Soon, Shen Lang found a flower pot, planted the Nine Springs Returning Soul Grass, and poured in the medicinal wine for nourishment.
"Yuyan, this Nine Springs Returning Soul Grass needs to be nourished with this jar of medicinal wine once a week. About 100mL each time. Do not exceed or fall short. Remember this."
Shen Lang handed the jar of medicinal wine to Wang Yuyan, smiling.
"Okay, I remember. But this jar of medicinal wine will run out sooner or later. What will we do then?"
Wang Yuyan took the jar and voiced her concern.
"It's alright, I have the recipe for the medicinal wine. I'll make some then, so don't worry about the medicinal wine."
Shen Lang washed his muddy hands, dried them with a towel, and smiled.
Speaking of which, Shen Lang looked at Wang Yuyan and the Yu Xiao sisters and said, "For the next half month, I will go to a secluded place to go into closed-door cultivation. Before I return, if you have anything, you can call Wolong directly, and he will handle it."
Shen Lang pinched Wang Yuyan's nose, looking reluctant but helpless.
"Closed-door cultivation?"
Wang Yuyan was a little confused and asked, "Husband, why are you suddenly going into closed-door cultivation?"
"To break through my own limits and deal with a powerful enemy."
Shen Lang said, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm just worried about you."
"Husband, do whatever you need to do. I will handle things at home, so don't worry about me. Besides, we will contact Wolong if anything comes up."
Wang Yuyan didn't know who the formidable enemy Shen Lang mentioned was, but since Shen Lang was so wary, the other party must be extraordinary. Therefore, Wang Yuyan wanted Shen Lang to focus on his cultivation without being distracted by them.
"Yes, Brother Shen, go and do your thing with peace of mind. Don't worry too much about us. We can take care of ourselves."
The Yu Xiao sisters echoed after hearing this.
"Good, since that's the case, I can rest assured."
Shen Lang looked at the well-behaved and sensible three girls with tenderness in his eyes. After speaking, he said to Wolong, "Give them your phone number and remember theirs. Before I return, you are responsible for their safety."
"Don't worry, senior brother, I won't disappoint you."
Wolong said with a smile. "This villa is so large. I'll move in after you go into seclusion. Although it might be a bit inconvenient, it's the best way to ensure little sister-in-law and the others are safe."
"Alright—"
Shen Lang nodded and said.
Just as Shen Lang finished making all the arrangements and the weight on his mind was finally lifted, his phone suddenly rang.
The urgent ringtone swept away Shen Lang's good mood. He took out his phone from his pocket and found that the caller was none other than Yu Youwei.
Shen Lang knew that Yu Youwei wouldn't call him unless it was an emergency, so he quickly answered the call.
As expected, as soon as the call was connected, Yu Youwei's flustered voice came from the other end, "Director Shen, where are you?"
"Weiwei, I'm at home. What's wrong? Don't rush, speak slowly."
Shen Lang heard the tension and unease in Yu Youwei's voice, but he still wanted her to relax, as people could explain things more clearly when they were relaxed.
"Director Shen, something has happened. People from above have come to take Zhao Shengtian himself and all his case files. Old Song is at a meeting at the Jiang Province Wushen Alliance, and his phone is unreachable. The other few deputy directors are timid and subservient, and they are about to take the person away."
Zhao Shengtian's case was almost complete, only lacking the final prosecution and sentencing. If the person was taken away at this point, who knew what would happen?
After all, the Zhao family was not an ordinary family but a lineage with hundreds of years of history. Their influence was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Therefore, Yu Youwei absolutely did not want Zhao Shengtian to be taken away, as there would be too many variables afterward.
"Something like this happened?"
Hearing Yu Youwei's words, Shen Lang was shocked and said, "It seems that what Zhao Shengtian said about leaving within twelve hours was not groundless, but he was confident."
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll come over now. I'd like to see who has the ability to take him away."
Shen Lang hung up the phone, then picked up his jacket and prepared to leave.
After taking a couple of steps, Shen Lang turned back and said to Wang Yuyan and the others, "I need to go out for a bit. You should rest early and don't wait for me."
With that, Shen Lang left the villa without looking back and drove quickly to the Wuwai Department.
The journey that would normally take half an hour was covered by Shen Lang in one-third of the time as he drove fast.
When Shen Lang arrived at the entrance, Yu Youwei was already waiting. Seeing Shen Lang park his car and get out, Yu Youwei walked over excitedly and said, "Director Shen, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, they would have taken him away."
"It's alright, with me here, the person won't be taken away casually."
Shen Lang comforted Yu Youwei and then said to her, "Where is the other party? Take me there."
"Okay—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Yu Youwei quickly led Shen Lang into the Wuwai Department and to the heavily guarded area where Zhao Shengtian was being held. However, as soon as they entered, they saw that Zhao Shengtian had already been brought out of the interrogation room and was being supported by a man and a woman. Beside them, a white-haired elder, at least seventy years old, was calmly watching everything. By the elder's side were several middle-aged men, who were the five deputy directors of the Nanling Wuwai Department.
"Deputy Director Ma, everyone, we are taking the person away. Do you have any objections?"
A woman in purple, supporting Zhao Shengtian, looked disdainfully at the five deputy directors and said coldly.
"No... we wouldn't dare. We have no objections."
Hearing the words of the woman in purple, the five deputy directors all had grim expressions and replied timidly.
"Good, it's good that you have no objections."
Hearing the responses of the five deputy directors, the woman in purple said with satisfaction.
"Excuse me, they have no objections, but I do. You cannot take the person away without my consent."
As soon as the woman in purple finished speaking, Shen Lang's lazy voice rang out.