Jinsha Beach had originally been a famous gold-panning ground for miles around. As the gold-panning industry declined, the Boulder Shoal here had been abandoned for a long time.
Surrounded by water on three sides and backed by mountains on the fourth, it would be the ideal place to build workshops once the ground was leveled.
Under the hazy night sky, the Cement workshop, more than half completed, sprawled across Boulder Shoal like some monstrous beast.
On the high ground.
There were not many outsiders, only five in total.
Two of them wore fitted black night clothes from head to toe, their faces covered. Clearly, they were people who could not reveal their identities lightly.
The other three had shed their breath-concealing disguises and brazenly radiated sinister, eerie auras.
None of them seemed to belong to the righteous path, making people shudder involuntarily.
The elderly man at their head had Yin Sha energy so dense it seemed tangible, like a towering fiend waiting to choose someone to devour.
The man cast a cold glance at the masked figures and said indifferently, "Old Huangfu, we're merely destroying a tiny workshop. There are five Spirit Platform Realm cultivators here, including two late-stage Spirit Platform Realm cultivators like you and me. Even if we encountered an ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator, we could still fight them. Why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?"
"Mr. Yin," said the masked old man surnamed Huangfu in an even tone, "the two of us have families, estates, children, and grandchildren. Naturally, we must be cautious. If today's operation is exposed, our entire clans will be dragged into it."
"Hmph."
Mr. Yin sneered, seemingly disdainful.
"Come to think of it, we've lurked in hiding for long enough." A savage smile appeared on his corpse-cold face. "We've been