When Wu Dajin heard Chen Chuan's instruction, he, who had been so cooperative, suddenly hesitated. "But the ancestral hall…"
He didn't care about some Flying Head; he only cared about the town's residents. As long as the residents were safe, the Flying Head could go wherever it pleased. There was no need to go after the remaining one, right?
Chen Chuan saw through him at a glance. He said, "The Flying Head in town is gone, but if this one is still around, there's no guarantee the same thing won't happen again."
Wu Dajin was startled. The possibility was high, and he immediately responded, "I'll get it done right away!"
Chen Chuan watched his figure hurry away. 'One can't really call Wu Dajin narrow-minded,' he thought. 'Living in this world, many people only care about what's right in front of them, staying within their own circles and refusing to meddle in other affairs. Because sometimes, getting involved only brings trouble.'
