A flamboyant young man dressed in red.

Sitting in the main hall of the Wang family ancestral home.

He sat in the main seat, with his father, several family retainers, and his good-for-nothing younger brother Wang Lang sitting below him.

"Teng'er, after three years of seclusion, you have finally emerged. With your protection, our Wang family will surely rise to become the number one family in the capital!"

Wang Zhenlin handed over a cup of tea, speaking ingratiatingly.

Wang Teng glanced at the teacup, fiddling with his fingers, his expression full of disdain.

"I'm used to the medicinal tea from the holy land, so don't put this kind of tea in front of me again." Wang Teng's tone was very cold. "Also, don't bother me with worldly matters anymore. I don't have that much time to fight for power and profit for you!"

"That's right, that's right."

"But it's okay to help occasionally, right?"

Wang Zhenlin continued to fawn over him.

After all, his son Wang Teng was a prodigy chosen to enter the Dragon Blood Holy Land. After he came out of seclusion, he would be at the Martial King realm. Who would dare to order him around?

Wang Lang took the initiative to move closer.

He was also full of ingratiating intent.

"Brother, I know you don't like fighting with those vulgar people, but you have to help me this time. There's a guy named Lin Jinglong who beat me up pretty badly in Jinling!"

"What did you say that person's name was?"

"Lin Jinglong, do you perhaps know him, brother?"

Wang Lang and those around him were somewhat surprised.

But Wang Teng was even more surprised. He suddenly stood up and said with a sneer, "Just half a day ago, when I came out of seclusion, I received a message from above that all the warriors of the Holy Land have only one mission!"

"Kill Lin Jinglong!"