At the Lin family home, Lin Baoshan's third son carefully recounted how he had injured a disciple of Mr. Wang from the Star Gazing Academy.
Lin Baoshan stood nearby, his expression shifting. Every time he heard this account, he felt the urge to strangle his youngest son.
His wife kept watching him from beside him. If Lin Baoshan really struck, she could intervene at any moment.
Yang Ling glanced at the other's attribute panel. He was merely at the upper ninth rank.
Compared to Lin Zhen, his martial cultivation was pitifully weak.
But considering Lin Zhen's upper sixth rank cultivation, it made sense.
The Lin family must have poured all their resources into Lin Zhen to produce a chief disciple of Flying Dragon Mountain.
The resources that Flying Dragon Mountain of the Tun Tian Dao Palace gave Lin Zhen were nowhere near enough on their own.
"Brother Zhen, I really didn't hit him hard at the time. I don't know why he coughed up blood, suffered serious injuries, and fell unconscious after he went back."
Lin Zhen's third brother, Lin Hua, carefully watched Lin Zhen's expression.
If Lin Zhen made a move, he would retreat behind his mother.
"Fighting over a woman? Hmph..."
Lin Zhen cast Lin Hua a sidelong glance and could not help snorting.
"Junior brother, don't rush to scold your third brother. I think there's something suspicious about this."
Yang Ling suddenly spoke.
Lin Hua's eyes lit up. "Brother Yang, Brother Yang, you think there's something suspicious about this too, right?"
Lin Baoshan and his wife exchanged a glance, their eyes growing somewhat grave and surprised.
Lin Zhen looked thoughtful. "Senior Brother Yang, you think this..."
"They're after the crimson wood ghost ginseng."
Yang Ling said.
Lin Zhen fell silent for a moment.
Lin Baoshan and his