The Wang Family Ancestral Home.
Wang Xingkong walked leisurely through the garden of the ancestral home, with his hands behind his back. He was looking for a suitable place to plant rare medicinal herbs. The previous herb field was too close to the main hall, and the Spiritual Qi would be absorbed by the Spirit Gathering Town inside the hall, which was not conducive to the growth of the herbs.
At this moment, Mr. Wang and Wang both hurried over, their faces dark as if covered by dark clouds.
Even as they walked briskly, they made almost no sound, and their presence was restrained. It was hard to detect unless one was paying attention. However, every move they made was clear as day to Wang Xingkong, which was the terrifying aspect of the Pocket World Stage.
"What's the hurry?"
Mr. Wang paused, slightly bent his waist, cupped his fists, and said, "Lin Tian has escaped."
