Looking at the twenty-one people before him, Wang Mingyang let out a sigh.
At this moment, the Wang Family Head also stepped into the midst of those eleven people.
The Wang Family Head merely glanced around, then placed his hand atop one person's head. As holy might enveloped them, the Wang Family Head frowned slightly.
A moment later, he slowly withdrew his hand and silently shook his head at Wang Mingyang.
"I can sense that there is indeed something unusual within their seas of consciousness, but I cannot extract it."
The Wang Family Head sighed.
He was a second-heaven quasi-Saint, yet he had no solution whatsoever.
"Forget it. Once the items are ready, I'll ask the Spirit King to lend us a hand."
Wang Mingyang sighed and spoke slowly.
Since they had no way to handle it, they could only ask the Spirit King.
After all, the Spirit King had a solution. Ye Lin had already said as much earlier.
Asking the Spirit King to act would certainly come at a price, but there was no better option now. If they had to pay a price, then so be it.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, thank you for this matter."
Wang Mingyang casually took out a Spatial Ring and handed it to Ye Lin, his face full of gratitude.
Ye Lin put away the Spatial Ring and waved his hand slightly.
"No need to thank me. It's only what I should do."
"However, Elder Wang, if even the Wang family is like this, then the other factions must have it as well. This time, I'm afraid things have become serious."
Even after putting away the Spatial Ring, Ye Lin could not help but speak.
If even the Wang family had so many, the other factions in Long River Prefecture surely had