The sun sank behind the mountains, and night followed.
During that time, Wang Hong kept glancing at Ye Lin, his face full of discontent.
He had no idea where his father had found this fraud. He was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, yet his father had hailed him as a peerless prodigy.
And this young man? He was about the same age as Wang Hong. Could he possibly be a Golden Core expert?
If he really was one, Wang Hong would smash his head against a wall.
But they would be here soon. He just hoped the young man wouldn't be so scared he wet himself.
"People of the Wang Family, come out and meet your deaths!"
A wildly arrogant shout rang out from beyond the Wang Family's gates.
"They're here, you two."
Old Master Wang said gravely from beside them.
He was already at death's door, holding on through sheer force of will.
"Come on. I'll deal with them for you as soon as possible, then I can get back to my sect."
Su Zeduan strode at the front, brimming with confidence.
Ye Lin rose slowly and followed behind the others. He seemed to blend into the background, his presence so faint that no one would notice him unless they looked closely.
This Wang Family isn't simple, especially that place.
Ye Lin looked up toward the distance.
It was the Wang Family's Back Mountain. He hadn't noticed anything unusual at first, but after a while, he sensed that there was more to it than met the eye.
It teemed with life and vitality, carrying a mysterious aura.
There must be some kind of treasure hidden in the Back Mountain.
When they opened the gates, they found a dense crowd gathered outside. The people held torches in