Xiong Zhong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but his tone held nothing but doubt!
"Didn't you say there were no experts on Lan Star?"
"I've been screwed over badly by you! Where in the world did you hear this fake news?"
"With strength like yours, you'd only count as a menial worker before them. Your son would probably barely qualify even as a menial worker. Looks like the center of Lan Star starts with Saints!"
"On this Shadow Island, we father and son don't even amount to a fart!"
Xiong Fen looked awkward and kept his head lowered without saying a word.
Using the chance to wipe his sweat, he quietly surveyed the surroundings.
The young men carrying bricks were all Saints. Their auras were concealed extremely well, yet they could not escape his especially meticulous senses.
He quietly raised his head.
The middle-aged men laying bricks were even more outrageous.
They were all half-step Heaven Tier, practically not much weaker than him!
As for the other laborers bustling back and forth, every last one was a Saint. Even the old man sweeping the grounds was a Saint!
It really did start at Saint Tier. It was hard to find even a single low-level one.
Damn it!
Xiong Fen gritted his teeth at the sight.
He wanted badly to refute his son and salvage some of his dignity as a father, but he could not find a single reason. He only felt his old face beginning to burn.
Why the hell were they all Saints?!
While his heart brimmed with resentment, his son continued speaking.
"And there's more—the tools here are anything but ordinary!"
As he spoke, he quietly pointed at an iron shovel nearby.
"Dad, look at that divine shovel. I can't see through its grade