"What a familiar aura!"
A robust figure stopped outside the mystic realm and looked up at the killing pillar that shot into the sky.
"Could it be that… this brat doesn't stop creating trouble no matter where he goes?" This figure was the Lin family's ancestor, Lin Qingtian. He was originally a little uncertain and said calmly. However, when he sensed that familiar aura, he could not help but smile.
Sensing that the old antiques of the various families were desperately resisting this power, Lin Qingtian could not help but say in disdain, "A group of bumpkins. They don't even know how to grasp a huge opportunity. They deserve to be unable to take half a step in their lives."
Lin Qingtian skillfully took out a cushion and placed it on the ground before cultivating on the spot.
