As soon as Lin Lang left the secret chamber and stepped out of the room in the rear courtyard, he saw a familiar figure smiling at him.
"Congratulations on slaying the Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptor, Jinlun Fawang, young master. Mongol Yuan has suffered a crushing blow this time."
Knowing that the Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptor was coming to kill Lin Lang, Wanwan had secretly rushed to Great Ming against her master's objections, hoping to help.
Even if she could only affect the Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptor for an instant, it might help Lin Lang.
Unfortunately, she had still been a step too late. By the time she reached Great Ming's Capital City, she had already seen Great Ming's army pursuing the Mongol Yuan cavalry.
The Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptor was a supreme expert whom even their Great Sui Holy Sect feared. Only Shi Zhixuan had been his match back then; no one else could contend with him.
To think that the incomparably powerful Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptor had been so easily slain by the young master!
"How are you planning to congratulate me? With your mouth?"
Lin Lang asked with a smile. He was ready to accept that form of congratulations.
Unfortunately, Wanwan failed to understand his meaning.
"Young master, since you're all right, I should head back. We'll find Duke Yang's Treasure Vault very soon."
They had already checked most of the wells in Chang'an City, including those in the homes of certain princes and high officials.
Her departure would certainly slow the search. She had to hurry back and could not delay the Holy Sect's important business.
"Young master, within a month at most, we'll be able to pinpoint the entrance and find a way to open it. You must come then."
"Oh, it looks like you have