Eastern Wasteland, Wei Kingdom.
Night fell over a secluded courtyard.
Wang Qingkai was looking through the account books. The number, cultivation levels, treatment, stipends, and missions of the lineage cultivators—he had to worry about everything. Who could blame him? He was the Family Head, after all!
The lineage was developing very well. Good news had already arrived from the South Sea: the Dugu Family, one of the South Sea's Ten Great Families, had entered into a cooperative relationship with the Wang Family. The lineage's development would surely become even smoother.
Suddenly, a gust of sinister wind swept past.
Wang Qingkai's vision blurred, and two cultivators brimming with evil aura suddenly appeared before him, one man and one woman. Powerful Spiritual Pressure radiated from both of them. They were clearly High-Level Cultivators.
"Senior..."
A silver light shone from the eyes of a tall, thin black robed elder. The instant Wang Qingkai met that silver gaze, his eyes grew vacant.
The black robed elder pressed his right hand against Wang Qingkai's forehead, and an expression of pain appeared on Wang Qingkai's face.
If a High-Level Cultivator had been present, they would certainly have recognized that the black robed elder was casting the Soul-Searching Secret Art, something only Nascent Soul Cultivators could—
After a while, the black robed elder withdrew his palm. Wang Qingkai rolled his eyes back, collapsed to the ground, and foamed at the mouth.
"How was it? Did you find any news about that traitor?"
A plump Black Skirt Matron asked casually, her tone indifferent.
"No. There was no one named Ye Lin in his memories. However, they did swallow up a small family with the surname Ye, so there are quite a few Ye Family cultivators among them. I don't know whether it's meant to throw people off the