"Spirit Spring?"
Lin Taichu's eyes widened.
He had never expected Xiao Yang to encounter such a stroke of fortune.
"No wonder..."
Envy filled Lin Taichu's eyes.
"Since you know about the Spirit Spring, hurry up and hand it over!"
Lin Taichu shouted coldly, greed flashing in his eyes as he stared at the Spirit Spring.
"This belongs to me."
Xiao Yang spoke calmly.
"What do you mean, yours? This clearly belongs to the Xiao Family!"
Lin Taichu flew into a rage and roared.
"The Xiao Family's? Does this thing belong to the Xiao Family?"
Xiao Yang sneered and pointed around them.
"This place was originally Xiao Family property. But in a sense, it does belong to the Xiao Family."
At those words, Lin Taichu was furious. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You're spouting nonsense! This place was incorporated into Lin Family territory long ago. It has nothing to do with your Xiao Family."
"Oh? Is that so? Then tell me, what is this?"
Xiao Yang grinned and suddenly took out a violet-gold token.
"The Xiao Family Crest!"
Lin Taichu's pupils constricted as he cried out.
The Xiao Family's old residence had been built deep within the Southern Ridge, nestled amid a mountain range.
Ordinarily, aside from the Xiao Family patriarch and a few core members, no one was permitted to approach it.
Yet how did Xiao Yang possess the family crest today?
That broke the rules.
"Just who are you?" Lin Taichu's expression turned grave.
He suddenly realized that he might have provoked someone he could not afford to cross.
"My surname is Xiao, my name is Yang. I am a direct descendant of the Xiao Family."
Xiao Yang's words were shocking, leaving Lin Taichu dumbfounded.
Xiao Yang?
Wasn't Xiao Yang dead?
Stormy waves surged through Lin Taichu's heart.
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