The Wang Clan's Great Weapon Arrives in the Sacred Domain

The next day.

Just the next day.

Several more guests had arrived at the small courtyard brimming with immortal aura that the Jiang Clan had assigned Wang Shouzhe as a temporary residence.

Inside the pavilion, the round table of immortal spiritwood was laden with a full spread of exquisite delicacies. Their rich fragrance drifted throughout the entire courtyard.

At the table sat an old man and a young man, wolfing down the food as though they had not eaten immortal cuisine of this caliber in ages.

The older one wore a filthy Daoist robe, his narrowed eyes glinting with a crafty light and his bearing thoroughly wretched. It was none other than Cai Youdao.

The younger one was a young master dressed in brocade robes, his features bearing two or three parts resemblance to Wang Shouzhe. He was Wang Baoguang, who should have been in the Divine Martial World.

No one knew how these two had gotten together, but their expressions at this moment were astonishingly alike.

The two ate for a very long time.

Only after polishing off several tables' worth of food did Cai Youdao wipe his mouth with his filthy robe and say contentedly, "Life is truly good when you work for Young Master Shouzhe."

Wang Shouzhe ignored him, looking at Wang Baoguang with a slightly complicated expression.

How had this little bastard ended up in the Sacred Domain?

"Ancestor..."

Wang Baoguang had just begun to speak when Wang Shouzhe stopped him with an icy glare.

"Come speak with me in the study."

Under the tyrannical might of his great-grandfather, Wang Baoguang hunched his neck and followed him into the study with a crestfallen face. His gaze flickered uncertainly as he explained, "Great-Grandfather, I came to deliver something to you."

"Weren't you working at the Demon Capital