In the Huangyuan Mountain Range, Yang Jing stood on the branch of an ancient, towering tree, looking down at the Huang Clan Territory below. The Huang Family was a Foundation Establishment Clan, after all. He didn't dare be so arrogant as to fly directly overhead using Cloud Escape to watch them.
He looked up at the sun to estimate the time, judging that Iron Head and Yinjiao had already begun their work underground.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before he keenly sensed a faint tremor coming from underground. The ancient tree beneath his feet began to shake, its leaves rustling against one another.
