With two Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals backing him, honestly, he was tempted.
The entire Yin-Yang Sacred Land only had five or six Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals. Now, two had fallen into his lap for no reason at all. The chances of his plan succeeding would rise dramatically.
"Fellow Daoist, I need you to accompany me back to the Wang Family. My current strength alone is not enough to settle accounts with the Yin-Yang Sacred Land. I need to claim the position of Wang Family Patriarch."
"Then, I'll use the strength of the entire Wang Family to storm the Yin-Yang Sacred Land."
"One month from now will be the Grand Competition for the Wang Family's younger generation. The winner will inherit the position of Wang Family Patriarch."
"However, apart from the Wang Family's younger generation, the competition also includes each participant's followers. Before meeting you, Fellow Daoist, I had already made preparations. But after meeting you, I feel that person is laughably weak."
Wang Tiangang clenched his right fist, his expression resolute.
At the same time, he looked at Ye Lin with incomparably expectant eyes. As long as Ye Lin stood guard for him, this time would be a sure thing. After all, the prodigies of the Wang Family from his generation were still at the True Immortal realm. He could suppress them with one hand.
And with two Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal experts before him holding the line, it was completely in the bag.
"Fellow Daoist, this..."
Ye Lin wore a troubled expression, and a trace of suspicion flashed through his eyes. This fatty wasn't trying to trick him, was he?
Was he merely borrowing his strength to fight for the position of Wang Family Patriarch? Once the patriarch's seat was secure, would he kick him aside?
"Fellow Daoist, I