The black man pointed to his lumbar disc. Ming Zhitian suddenly patted his waist!
"Wuwah!..."
It only hurt for a moment and then he was fine. The black man touched his waist, confirmed his lumbar disc had receded, and then nodded with relief:
"Ming Zhitian, are you a demon?"
Of course, he wasn't referring to Ming Zhitian's ability to heal his herniated disc with a clap, but rather his power, which was far above his peak Martial God level. "Above," what kind of realm was that? Unheard of, never heard of.
Ming Zhitian saw through it but didn't expose it. Instead, he teased, "What if I am? Do you want to be made into sashimi for me to eat?"
The black man chuckled awkwardly, "Mr. Ming, you must be joking!"
Ming Zhitian shrugged, "You started the joke."
The black man was speechless. Ming Zhitian said to Mia, "You two go back to your country first. I'll deal with my current matters and come find you as soon as possible."
Mia nodded, glanced at the Changhong Spear on Jues's back, and then looked at Ming Zhitian, "I'll wait for you, but be quick. My position in the family is extremely unstable."
Ming Zhitian nodded, then wasted no more time. He boarded the last flight with the black man to the Swan Country.
The black man remained silent on the plane, quietly observing Ming Zhitian, who was in a pseudo-sleep state, hoping to steal some secrets from above the peak Martial God level. However, after a long while, he understood nothing.
After disembarking at Swan Country International Airport, Ming Zhitian changed his clothes, put on a hat and disguise, and followed the black man. Due to the black man's high-ranking status, no one dared to question them, and they passed through unhindered.
The black man took out his work card to activate the scanner and opened one security door after another.
There were many cells, but few people lived there. Occasionally, two or three people in white prisoner uniforms, whose genders were indistinguishable, sat quietly on the ground, watching the newcomers, as if accustomed to it.
Ming Zhitian followed the black man straight down a long corridor, and a large cell came into view.
On the stone bed in the steel cell lay a sleeping beauty. To be precise, it was a long-legged beauty with blonde hair and skin as white as snow.
"Linna!"
Hearing a familiar male voice, Linna opened her hazy eyes from her sleep, as if dreaming, and then closed them again. She couldn't believe that man would return.
Ming Zhitian approached the steel cell. The steel bars were retracted by smart control. He pried them open with his bare hands, directly bending the straight, thick steel bars and entering through the large opening.
The black man was stunned. Even with his skills, he couldn't have easily bent them open. They were made of special rare steel, which would have required considerable effort. But Ming Zhitian had done it.
Ming Zhitian looked at the frail Linna, who had her back to him, and affectionately called out, "Linna!"
Linna, who had already been awakened by the loud commotion and thought she was dreaming again, suddenly woke up when she heard Ming Zhitian call out again. She got up and turned around.
"Ming Zhitian?!"
Ming Zhitian nodded, "It's me. Are you alright?"
Linna rushed forward and hugged Ming Zhitian, "I'm not alright!"
Ming Zhitian gently stroked her thin back, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. You've suffered."
Linna suddenly realized her clothes were disheveled and dirty, completely lacking her usual goddess demeanor. She quickly pushed Ming Zhitian away.
"What are you doing here?"
Ming Zhitian was taken aback, "Of course, to save you."
The black man waited quietly outside the cell. He dared not play any tricks, knowing Ming Zhitian's abilities. He didn't want to die without knowing how.
Linna tightly covered the snow-white skin exposed on her chest, "Are you here to laugh at my fallen state?"
Ming Zhitian's brow furrowed, "Why would you say that? You helped me, and it's because of me you were locked up by your father. That's why I'm here."