The young man in the brocade robe was Wang Anlian, a disciple of the Star-Plucking Tower, one of the thirty-six sects of the Imperial Province.

The inheritance of a powerful figure was too enticing.

The Buddha's child from the Eastern Land was the last to emerge, making everyone wait for several hours. No one would believe that he hadn't obtained some fortune within the ancient hall.

Wang Anlian stared intently at Daochen Monk, his greed barely concealed.