On the returning ship, Long Wu and Chen Ping stood on the deck, feeling the sea breeze blowing on their faces.
"You're being too high-profile representing the Hufa Pavilion in this competition. This will expose your identity too quickly. I think the Dragon Clan has already taken notice of you, and they might know that you are the person they're looking for?"
Long Wu asked Chen Ping.
Chen Ping shook his head: "I don't know either, but I should have met that Long Jingguo!"
"What?" Long Wu was startled. "Long Jingguo has found you?"
"Even though he was wearing a hat and a mask during the competition, I could feel it was him just by watching from below the stage."
Chen Ping said calmly.
Long Wu frowned slightly: "Damn it, since you can feel him, he must also be able to sense your aura and bloodline. He should be confirming your identity right now. The Long family might very well know who you are."
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Long Wu was filled with worry. Although Chen Ping's strength was impressive now, he was still no match for the entire Long family. If Long Jingguo found out about Chen Ping's identity and sent people after him, Chen Ping would have no way to resist.
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At this point, Chen Ping had come to terms with the situation. Things had progressed to this stage, and all he could do was walk on and see what happened.
“That’s all we can do, though. You now belong to the Hufa Pavilion. While it may not be strong, it’s still an official organization. If you gain favor from those above, perhaps even the Dragon Family wouldn’t dare to touch you!”
Long Wu analyzed.
Chen Ping nodded, he thought so too. Under his current strength, the only way to escape the pursuit of so many sects and families was to temporarily rely on the imperial court.
However, the strength of Hùfǎgé is still too weak. Although Zhao Wújī is the head of Hùfǎgé, he doesn't have much power. Those sects and aristocratic families look down upon Hùfǎgé.
To gain favor with the imperial court, Chen Ping also needed to make connections with influential figures. Relying solely on Zhao Wujix was unlikely to lead to introductions with high-ranking officials.

At this moment, Chen Ping suddenly remembered a person, that was Chang Yu Jun. Chen Ping had helped treat his son's illness when he first came to Kyoto. Perhaps he could use Chang Yu Jun's connections to get close to the upper echelons and temporarily rely on the imperial court's strength to make these sects and families temporarily give up pursuing him.
"Long Shu, now that you've given all your kung fu to Yujie and Ling'er, what are you going to do next?"
Chen Ping asked.
"What else can I do, find a place to hide and live a peaceful life..."
Looking into the distance, Long Wu's eyes seemed to hold a hint of unwillingness, but mostly resignation.
"Have you thought about where you want to go? Why don't you come to Hongcheng? I have a house there, and I know a lot of people. It's a peaceful place to live, and I can take care of you when you get old…"
Long Wu became this way all because of Chen Ping, and Chen Ping felt very guilty about it.
"Well then, I'll just live a quiet life in that small city of Hongcheng."
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Long Wu nodded, which made Chen Ping overjoyed. He had been afraid that Long Wu wouldn't want to go.
Soon, the ship docked. The sky hadn't darkened yet. Seeing the ship return suddenly, everyone waiting on the shore was surprised.
No one expected the ship to return so quickly. The race was scheduled for three days, and it would have been impressive if they could return after three days, but it had only been a day, and the ship had already returned. No one knew what had happened.
Zao Wuji and Anna rushed over, they wanted to see what happened and why they returned so quickly.
When Zhao Wuji and Anna saw Chen Ping and Andrew disembark safely, they finally let out a sigh of relief.
And the head of state who was also waiting at the dock, did not see Watanabe Ichiro bring people ashore for a long time. The expression on his face instantly became extremely difficult to look at.

(Editor in charge：half his age: a novel jennette mccurdy)