Divine light flickered, immortal clouds wreathed the peak, and horns thundered across the Sacred Mountain.
Lin Shuguang's view shifted from the Sacred Mountain back to the Special Management Bureau... He slowly opened his eyes, a peculiar smile curling his lips.
"The Sacred Mountain's Holy Son?"
The extraordinary talent Lin Lan had displayed on the Sacred Mountain had clearly stunned its higher-ups. He had advanced to a Great Grandmaster of the Viscera Refining Realm just fifteen days after entering the mountain, a cultivation speed unrivaled on the Sacred Mountain.
Lin Lan had already secretly handed the cultivation resources he obtained from the Sacred Mountain to Qi Lang, the elder of the Seventh Peak. While out, Qi Lang followed their agreed method and tossed Rings of Storage packed beforehand with cultivation supplies into a certain canyon... The Blood Spirit Clone, which had been waiting there well in advance, then carried those rings away.
While the Blood Spirit Clone hurried toward Huai City, Lin Shuguang acted as though nothing had happened, spending a while at the Special Management Bureau before heading to Lin's Shop.
During the Fengcheng incident, many buildings in Huai City had suffered varying degrees of damage. Although the authorities had allocated some funding, it had not been enough to restore the city's buildings to their former state.
Although many people in Huai City had gained considerable opportunities, the earlier slaughter by the Walking Corpses had reduced the city's population by one-twentieth. That was an enormous number, enough to shake a city's economic development.
After all those events, business at Lin's Shop was also nowhere near what it used to be.
Lin Haiyang was sweeping the front of the shop with a broom, while Mother Lin sat at a table outside the front counter, stripping leaves from vegetables. "Old Lin, did