The air was suffocatingly oppressive.
Before Zhou Zhengbin could explain,
Deng Long beckoned.
The hazy profound light behind him swept the three who had followed him over as though it were a living thing, bringing them before him. He then folded his arms and looked coldly down from above.
"Good grandson, tell us properly what happened to you!"
At this moment,
the tremendous commotion Deng Long had caused drew the gazes of the Cave True Realm Cultivators around the encampment.
Under the convergence of so many terrifying stares,
all three of them began to tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
"Do not be afraid. Your grandfather is behind you and will certainly seek justice for you!"
Deng Long frowned slightly and spoke coldly.
With the support of the Old Ancestor behind him, Deng Younian swallowed hard, steadied himself, and, beneath the witness of countless gazes, darted his eyes about as he nervously recounted what had happened earlier bit by bit.
They had supposedly discovered the thousand-year Vermillion Fruit growing by the cliff in the mountains long ago. However, because its medicinal potency was not yet sufficient, they had left it unpicked, instead often coming by to water it with fertilizer made from fermented spirit beast dung.
Yet unexpectedly,
in the blink of an eye, it had been picked by someone else.
They had stepped forward to reason with him,
but the other party had suddenly launched a sneak attack,
severely injuring them.
And that person was the kid called Lin Hao, whom Zhang Qingyuan had brought along.
"Such a thing actually happened?"
"Alas, though a mere thousand-year Vermillion Fruit is not worth much, he should at least have let them speak and finish negotiating before making a move."
"Perhaps he has been indulged for too long in the past."