Yu Hailong turned to Chen Changming, looking somewhat uncertain as he asked, "Junior Brother Chen, was that your doing just now?"
Chen Changming nodded.
Hiss!
Yu Hailong sucked in a sharp breath, utterly shocked.
Sun Fanying, the Sun Family's patriarch, had cultivated even higher than his son Yu Fei, having reached the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. Yet he had died soundlessly at Chen Changming's hands just now.
For someone at the third level of Foundation Establishment to kill a cultivator at the sixth level was exceedingly rare.
"Could Junior Brother Chen be carrying some powerful Talisman Treasure?"
Yu Hailong secretly speculated.
But he could not possibly bring up such a private matter in front of the Yu Family juniors.
He looked at Yu Fei and said sternly, "Take some men and assume control of the black iron mine."
"Yes."
Yu Fei acknowledged the order and led a team toward the black iron mine in the wilderness.
Chen Changming suddenly smiled. "Senior Brother Yu, this Sun fellow can really endure it. His son died, yet he does not even want revenge."
"That Sun fellow is an old lecher. His household is packed with wives and concubines."
Yu Hailong smiled mysteriously and asked, "Junior Brother Chen, do you know how many sons he has?"
"How many?"
Chen Changming asked curiously.
"More than a hundred sons," Yu Hailong said irritably.
Chen Changming was somewhat stunned and said with a wry smile, "Good heavens, the Sun Family certainly has no shortage of successors."
Yu Hailong sneered. "Though his wives and concubines are cultivators too, the sons they bear do not necessarily possess spiritual roots. So among those hundred-odd sons, only about a third can cultivate."
"That is still quite a number."
Chen Changming smiled.
Yu Hailong said with feeling, "For cultivation families like