My Brother, You're Actually Still Alive

After leaving ten taels of silver, Zhao Han returned to the outskirts of the Cold Lake Gang.

Whoosh!

Then, with a flash, he instantly appeared inside. The four people at the gate only felt a gust of wind go by; they hadn't seen anyone at all.

It looked like teleportation, but it was only a matter of moving faster than anyone could react. It wasn't a true transition from one place to another in an instant; there was still a process.

Zhao Han quickly made a round of the Cold Lake Gang's grounds.

He saw the Gang Leader's younger brother, Zhao Leng, who had reached the Organ Refining Realm, Zhao Leng's younger wife, Hu Yu, who was only at the Muscle Refining Realm, and his younger wife Long Li, who had reached the Bone Refining Realm.

Hu Yu was one of the many children of the Fierce Tiger Gang's Gang Leader. She was on the short side, with a round, slightly plump face, and decent aptitude.

Long Li was likewise one of the many children of the Dragon Sword Gang's Gang Leader. She was tall and graceful, with delicate features, and her aptitude was a little better.

The three of them were living well. Zhao Leng was especially radiant and delighted—after all, he'd never imagined he'd have two wives.

In broad daylight, the three of them were all snuggled up together. They even had two sons and a daughter now.

Four years had passed. Zhao Leng was probably about sixteen now, and he looked eighty percent like Zhao Han.

Zhao Han had the Mystical Art of Youth Restoration. He was actually twenty, with the mind of someone nearing forty.

But he still looked fifteen or sixteen, about the same as Zhao Leng did now.

At Zhao Leng's age, having children