"Do you know why more than eighty of the hundreds of forces recruited by our Yang family come from outside the Southern Frontier?"

"Why?"

"Naturally, it's because these people died in the southern borderlands, and the outside forces can't do anything to our Yang family!"

Yang Ruolin's words made Ying Qingyou break out in a cold sweat.

He suddenly realized that this trip to the spiritual veins was a conspiracy in itself, and he should never have been involved in it.

He suddenly shivered and thanked Yang Ruolin repeatedly.

"Thank you so much for your guidance, Young Master Yang. I will never forget your great kindness!"

"Hehe, if you really want to thank me, then there's the money I owed at your Ying's Casino last time..."

"Let's call it even!"

Ying Qingyou said repeatedly.

His eyes lit up. This Yang Ruolin truly lived up to his reputation as the most notorious playboy in Southern Xinjiang. He owed a huge sum of money at their casino, yet he managed to settle it with such news.

Compared to this news, what does money matter?

Ying Qingyou suddenly turned his gaze to the window, looking out at another villa in the manor.

"Hehe, Lin Jinglong is also an outsider with no connections. He definitely doesn't know about the Yang family's plans. He's definitely going to be in trouble this time!"

Although he had already received a warning from Yang Ruolin, he still decided to take his men with him to the spiritual vein.

All you need to do is cling to Yang Ruolin's coattails.

Yang Ruolin, who was standing to the side, looked bored. He took out a jade pendant and used his divine sense to probe into it with the strength of his soul as a mid-level Martial Emperor.

He sensed that there were dozens of puppets inside and outside the manor under his control.

This made him feel very at ease.