“To China, all of Longsu Province isn’t much to look at. Regardless of whether it’s the cultivation world or mortal world.” Zhao Wuye clenched his teeth and said, “I did say that our Zhao Clan of Longsu can’t be considered a great clan. However, we have a strong point, but it’s hard to compare it with other clans…”

He paused and took a big gasp for air. Xu Yangyi smiled, and in the next second a qi ray instantly pierced through Zhao Wuye’s arm.

“YOU!” Zhao Wuye painfully sucked in cold air. This person wasn’t normal… Ordinarily, upon encountering such a situation, it was proper to accordingly welcome the line “a strong point”. However, Xu Yangyi simply didn’t hold this plan to idea. His actions were blunt, so frank that he was disdained to speak.

Either talk or go to the underworld down below.

“The Zhao Clan… is one of China’s ten great lineages of Dragon-Vein seekers.” Zhao Wuye firmly applied pressure on his arm wound, tightly pursing his lips. “Our ancestral founder was a native of Jiankang City. Regarding ancient curios and historical relics, we have our own unique understanding… Mr. Gao, perhaps you’re aware… of the enormous, startling changes that occurred in Longsu Province three days ago?” [1]

“It’s unlikely that you know…” Xu Yangyi had no intention of speaking, and Zhao Wuye gritted his teeth and continued, “because of this...