Lin Feng casually glanced at the man who had spoken.
The speaker was also a hardened man who lived by the blade. Not one of these tomb-robbing families was easy to deal with. Establishing a family and keeping it going for nearly a thousand years was no simple feat.
To be precise, it was almost inconceivable.
Something rarely seen in this world.
Even prominent clans in the public eye, as powerful as the Wang-Xie, had been swept away by wind and rain.
Yet these families had endured to this day.
They had forged ahead under heavy burdens.
Every generation was like a legend.
A hundred years ago, members of the Eight Liangs would not readily enter tombs themselves.
They controlled the entire operation from beginning to end. When times were good, they ran the show, with their people among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants alike.
Some even controlled entire counties, serving as actual county magistrates.
Other people went into the tombs.
They merely chose the sites and handled the sale of stolen goods. Those who fought and risked their lives at the front earned barely a tenth of the profits for all their trouble.
The remaining nine-tenths went to them.
But now, everyone was clearly struggling to keep going and had no choice but to come out themselves. Over this sixty-year cycle alone, whether for the Xie Family, the Gan Family, or the Eight Liangs, losing more than three hundred people had truly crippled them.
No wonder the man who had spoken earlier was gritting his teeth.
What the Jin Family had done was thoroughly underhanded. It was as though they had dug a pit to bury everyone in!
If these people made it out, they would tear the Jin Family apart alive! After all, none of them earned an