Mr. Er's words left Old Wen speechless.
"Not just the Zhao Family of Capital City?"
"Who else?"
Mr. Er smiled, shaking his head.
"Old Wen, as long as you agree to lead the Dong Family into joining the Letian Association, you'll naturally come to know in the future."
Such ambiguous words clearly failed to persuade Old Wen.
Old Wen was just about to refuse when Mr. Er shifted the conversation.
"Old Wen, our Letian Association's chairman has been away from Qinzhhou for a while, You've heard about this, haven't you?"
Old Wen nodded his head.
"Uh-huh."
"Do you know where he went?"
"This…"
Old Wen shook his head.
"I'm not sure."
Mr. Er wore a look of smug satisfaction.
"I can reveal a little to you."
"Our chairman went because he discovered a Martial Cultivation Land."
"This place could allow him to make another breakthrough on the path to the Saint Realm."
Old Wen's body shuddered violently, his pupils constricting sharply.
Martial Cultivation Land?
