In a flash of thought, Ye Yan also moved his figure, thanked the old fool and left directly, heading towards the place where the ancestral temple was.

When Ye Yan left, the old fool took a look at the signed contracts, and then exclaimed: "Tsk, tsk, this time, I made a lot of money again. It seems that my position in Ling Pavilion will be more stable."

Hearing this, the teenagers cried even more sadly.

"This old man..."

At this moment, in a nearby mountain range, a young man was concentrating, with deep surprise in his heart.

"Master, does he... have a problem?" Beside him, an old man asked.

There are many people in this world, but... not many people can make his son speak like this.

"I didn't care before, but now..."

"I seem to remember that I have seen him before!"

"Ten thousand years ago!"
Chapter completed!