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"No need!"

The three Daoists only needed one glance to know that the man before them was Wang Teng's father. The two looked as though they had been carved from the same mold.

Unlike Wang Teng, however, this man was not quite as arrogant. Still, they did not care. Once they had avenged themselves, they would have nothing more to do with the Wang Family.

"May I ask why you esteemed seniors have come to our Wang Family..." Wang Yilong asked cautiously.

"Enough. Tell us, where did Wang Teng die?"

They could not be bothered wasting time with the Wang Family. The sooner they settled this, the sooner they could return to cultivation. With the age of cultivation arriving, every second was incomparably precious.

"D-Dead!"

Wang Yilong suddenly felt as though the sky had collapsed upon him, crushing him so badly he could barely breathe.

"How is that possible? My Teng'er—how could he die?!"

Wang Yilong crumpled to the ground, staring at the sky in despair. His son possessed Emperor's Potential. How could he possibly have died?

"Impossible! This must be fake! You're lying to me!"

Like a madman, Wang Yilong kept muttering to himself, paying no attention whatsoever to the three Daoists before him.

Slap!

One of the Daoists struck Wang Yilong across the face. The searing pain instantly brought him back to his senses.

"Clear-headed now? Tell us, where did Wang Teng die?"

But Wang Yilong's heart was already dead. Wang Teng had been their family's hope of becoming Immortals. Now that hope was gone—did that not mean the Wang Family's future was gone as well?

"My lords, I know! I'll take you there!"

Wang Hu climbed out of the pond. Wang Teng's death had dealt him a crushing blow, but he had not gone mad like Wang