"Yan, your turn."
Lin Xiao could no longer stand Xie Yue's self-admiration, so he turned to Yan.
"Coming."
Yan answered, then added, "Boss, you're right. But don't say it again next time. Who calls themselves the Golden Generation...?"
Xie Yue: "..."
This little brother had practiced the Virgin Boy Skill for two days, and now he was trying to defy the heavens.
Had he forgotten who held the trump cards?
By then, Yan had already strode up to the counter, paid, and begun choosing the jars he wanted.
Meanwhile, two figures slowly came to a stop outside Spirit City's gates.
They were Tang Hao and his son, Tang San.
However, after disguising themselves, they now looked completely different from before.
"Dad, is this Spirit City? It really is as magnificent as everyone says."
Tang San gazed up at the towering Spirit City and could not help voicing his admiration.
But the next moment, he felt the temperature beside him abruptly drop.
Oh no, how could I say something like that?
Tang San's heart jolted. He knew he had said the wrong thing. Instinctively shrinking his neck, he looked at Tang Hao beside him.
Sure enough, Tang Hao's expression was cold as frost.
"It's only Spirit City. This is nothing."
"Xiao San, you're still young and haven't seen much. Once we finish opening jars this time, I'll take you back to our sect. When you see where our Clear Sky Sect stands, you'll truly be awestruck."
For once, Tang Hao's tone was fairly calm.
"I understand." Tang San breathed a sigh of relief at his words.
"Let's go. Follow me into Spirit City. We'll first see what's going on, then find a chance to enter the Little Shop and open jars."
With that, Tang Hao led the way into Spirit