Looking at the sorrowful descendants of the Yang Family, Lin Bei felt not a shred of pity.
After he approached, he looked straight at Yang Yanjun and said, "We should settle what happened six years ago."
Upon hearing this, a fierce will to survive burst forth in Yang Yanjun's eyes.
"Lin Bei, we were wrong!"
"It's all my fault for being blinded by greed, envious of your Lin Family's medicinal recipes, leading me to become an accomplice."
Lin Bei snorted lightly and said, "Do you think begging for mercy now will help? If you had the slightest remorse, you wouldn't have ended up in this situation today."
Feeling the resolve in Lin Bei's eyes, Yang Yanjun's heart sank to rock bottom.
He knew, he was finished, the Yang Family was finished!
"Five minutes, start by offering incense to my grandfather first."
Lin Bei looked at the time and said impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Tian suddenly appeared and handed the gold ingot candle to Yang Yanjun.
