From the Black robe, a sound appeared to disseminate full of bitterness as it said: “Zhang Kuang, Do Wang Lin’s parents really live in this village?”
The man beside him, with a face like Guan Yu, extraordinarily handsome, chiseled face, full of masculinity but only in his eyes, lay hidden greed, as they flashed while he whispered: “Senior, that really nasty Wang Zhuo, used to ridicule Wang Lin in every possible way before, and I thought he would tell me Wang Lin’s family’s specific address but unexpectedly that kid didn’t make even a squeak. Fortunately, I am smart, checking the Heng Yue Sect’s secret disciple roster, and found that Wang Lin’s family to be living in this village. But I do not know which house.”
With that he thought inwardly: “Wang Lin we used to be of the same sect, I was apprehensive of you, but I am now of Xuan Dao Sect, ahem, that treasure in your hand, I would do anything to snatch it.”