Taiyuan Wang Family.
After a long journey, Wang Lan and the other two finally arrived at the Wang Family's main stronghold.
Yet, to their surprise, Lin Yao and the others received a warm welcome from the Wang Family.
Faced with this, Lin Yao and Feng Ran were both somewhat bewildered.
They were, after all, the foremost enemies of the Pill Epoch's aristocratic families. By all logic, there was no way they should have received such treatment.
"Let me introduce everyone. These two are Lin Yao and Feng Ran, prodigies of the Chang Sheng Epoch and outstanding students of the Ten Thousand Races Academy."
"These three are three of our Wang Family's heads."
"The Wang Family currently has eight main branches and nineteen subsidiary branches. These three are the heads of three among those eight main branches."
Upon hearing this, the three Middle-aged Men clasped their hands and bowed to Lin Yao and Feng Ran.
Lin Yao and Feng Ran hurriedly returned the gesture.
"The migration can begin in two days at most."
"As for the ancestral tombs, nine Ancestors currently support our plan. They will escort us when the time comes."
As Wang Lan laid out the plan in an orderly fashion, Feng Ran frowned. "Wang Lan, what do you mean by this?"
"What did I do?"
Wang Lan's eyes were full of confusion. Feng Ran glanced at the three family heads and said coldly, "You should know exactly what we're planning to do."
"Dragging so many people into this so casually—do you take us for fools?"
"Besides, with your status, you shouldn't have this kind of influence."
Facing Feng Ran's suspicions, Wang Lan clicked his tongue. "I know what you're worried about, but you've made this world out to be far too simple."
"Ever since the Wang Family suffered