Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

At the First Division of the Bandit Apprehension Division, Capital Ironclad Department.

Xu Wenjun sat savoring his tea, perfectly at ease.

Before him, a young man with features somewhat resembling his own was pouring the tea.

"Qingnian, now that you're heading to Fire Flood Dragon Island, make sure you get along well with that Yang Ling."

Xu Wenjun said calmly:

"He's skilled, and his background likely has its own story."

Xu Qingnian set down the teapot, frowning: "Father, he took my Vital Qi Age Defying medicine, and even grandfather's death was indirectly his fault. You want me to..."

"Your grandfather? That old scoundrel was too greedy. He privately hitched himself to the Third Prince's wagon, and this outcome is no one's fault but his own."

Xu Wenjun's eyes narrowed slightly: