This Young Master seemed extremely afraid of death.
Even when facing his own father, he called him "old bastard" at every turn, showing not the slightest respect.
But the guards had long grown accustomed to it.
The Golden Person guarded the Golden Tree and never left that place.
No one had taught the Young Master anything since he was little.
Over time, he had developed this indulgent, arrogant temperament, utterly becoming a spoiled young dandy.
Within Golden City, no one dared to defy him.
No one even dared lay a hand on him.
Because most of Golden City belonged to the Golden Clan.
No one could escape the Golden Tree's restraints.
Led by the Young Master, the group soon arrived inside the Golden Hall.
This Golden Hall was exceptionally peculiar as well.
Though it was built from gold, the gold emanated an intense aura of life.
It reminded Xu Zimo of that golden bone.
Though its aura of life was inferior to that golden bone.
At last, the group reached the depths of the Golden Hall. Xu Zimo looked up.
He could already see that Golden Tree.
The tree was towering beyond measure, as though its crown connected directly to the heavens.
Logically speaking, such a towering tree should have been visible from anywhere.
Yet for some special reason.
The Golden Tree could only be seen within the Golden Hall.
Its golden radiance blazed brilliantly, the light it emitted seemingly capable of blinding one's eyes.
Its roots, trunk, branches, and leaves.
All gleamed with golden light.
Viewed from afar, the sight was especially breathtaking.
The Golden Tree grew within a garden area inside the hall.
But before Xu Zimo and the others could enter, a vast voice rang out.
"Visitors, halt."
"Old bastard, hurry up and save me!" the Young