"Old Qin, don't worry. Trust them!"
Hearing this, Emperor Taishan gently consoled Qin Wangyan, while the scene from the Eight-District Martial Tournament resurfaced in his mind.
He thought of that remarkable young man, the young man who had brought him an unprecedented sense of shock.
Emperor Taishan was immensely grateful to Lin Yu. It was that young man who had created a miracle back then, sparing him from a lifetime of guilt.
"With Old Chen and Huangfu Long there, nothing will go wrong!"
Emperor Taishan's impression of Lin Yu still remained at the time of the Eight-District Martial Tournament. Although Lin Yu had already been very strong then, Emperor Taishan did not think he had been strong enough to contend with an Emperor-level expert.
Even after more than half a year of cultivation, Emperor Taishan believed that even a monster like Lin Yu could have grown only to around the eighth or ninth rank at most. In his eyes, that was already heaven-defying enough.
Thus, Emperor Taishan naturally assumed that Old Chen and Huangfu Long, the two powerful domain-level experts, were leading this operation, while Lin Yu was at most providing cover due to his special abilities.
"I hope so!"
Qin Wangyan took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the restlessness in his heart before shouting to the people behind him,
"Everyone, stay alert! Do not give any cultist an opportunity to exploit! Understood?"
"Yes!"
"Young Master, the treasury is down there!"
Within the secret realm, the group followed Ya'en to the ruins of the temple. Ya'en then pointed toward the rubble at the edge of the ruins as he spoke.
"Junior Brother, your clone was really violent. It blew their whole home away! Tsk, tsk..."
Huangfu Long looked at the ruins below, which appeared to have been blasted