The health of the Zheng Family's old ancestor, a cultivator at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, was a mystery.
At this moment, the leader of these masked cultivators was brazenly declaring that he didn't have long to live.
Zheng Yunting's eyes were bloodshot as he roared hoarsely:
"Our ancestor is in his prime! If you don't believe me, why don't you go test him yourselves?"
"Is that so?"
The masked cultivator sneered.
"If he's perfectly fine, why would the Zheng Family send people to Yellow Crane Immortal City to secretly purchase a Tier Two Lifespan Extension Pill? Yellow Crane Immortal City is a crowded place with prying eyes. Did you really think you could keep this a secret?"
"You..."
Zheng Yunting's expression changed.
Beneath his furious expression, a hint of worry emerged.
