"Senior Brother, you're leaving on a long journey?"
Liu Mang was somewhat surprised. Zhou Han had only just broken through to the True Martial Realm, yet he was already leaving—what could be so urgent?
Zhou Han did not hide it. He said blandly, "Yes. There's something I must leave for a while to handle. At the shortest, a month; at the longest, three months."
"Go back. Don't handle this matter too crudely, lest someone seize upon a weakness."
Liu Mang smiled. "Rest assured, Senior Brother. Dealing with a mere Blood Martial Fourth Level cultivator will be as easy as taking something from my hand."
"Utter nonsense!"
Zhou Han barked sharply, frightening Liu Mang until he trembled. Liu Mang hurriedly added, "Senior Brother is right. Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it must go all out!"
"Mm. I'll await your good news."
Zhou Han waved a hand, and Liu Mang respectfully withdrew. Once he had left, Zhou Han sank into thought.
"How could someone without a background have so many spirit crystals?"
For Yang Chen to cultivate to his current height in just over a year after entering the sect could not be explained by talent alone. A great many spirit crystals must have been poured into him.
If Liu Mang's words were true, then there was a very high chance that Yang Chen had no background. That made the source of those spirit crystals rather thought-provoking.
Was it merely a fortuitous encounter?
Or some kind of inheritance?
Whichever it was, he was deeply interested!
Given Yang Chen's family circumstances, unless his entire Lineage pooled all its strength, it would have been difficult for him to cultivate so quickly. That possibility could basically be ruled out. No Lineage would sacrifice the interests of most of its members to nurture one