The flying boat was extremely quick, and the air rumbled as it passed through rapidly. The villagers all hid themselves in terror.

“As expected, they came.” Ice-cold chilling intent appeared in Long Chen’s eyes.

A dozen figures walked off the flying boat. One of them was holding a fengshui compass and pointing it at something.

“It’s right here. Everyone split up…”

The middle-aged man holding the fengshui compass had a long beard and moustache. He possessed a slight immortal air. But as he was speaking, he realized something was off. He realized everyone was looking in one direction.

He looked up to see three adults and one child standing in front of a grass hut. But when he saw the face of the black-robed man, his expression completely changed.

“You should go back and rest. My guests have come,” said Long Chen.

Long Tianxiao nodded. He didn’t say anything as he pulled Mrs. Long and Xiaoyu back into the grass hut. He closed the door.

“Long… Long Chen…” One of them stuttered out Long Chen’s name. He was pale with ter...