"Master, you needn't worry, just watch what comes next."
"What I'm most worried about now is..."
He looked at those old immortal officials actively surrendering and sighed lightly:
"These people are just small fish, skimming some Spirit Stones from the treasury, not daring to take any real treasures."
"The whereabouts of those treasures are what's truly important."
Wang Shan suddenly said, "My lord, such matters cannot be uncovered through these means."
"Oh?" Li Ping'an turned his head to look, casually offering Wang Shan a chair.
Wang Shan gave a bow of thanks, "Thank you, my lord."
"Explain in detail, what's going on?"
"Yes," Wang Shan glanced around but didn't hide much, and spoke slowly, "From 6,500 to 4,200 years ago, the Hall Master of the Treasure Hall was the Golden Immortal, Wen Huaiwu."
"Wen Huaiwu?"
Li Ping'an raised an eyebrow lightly: "Is there a problem with this person?"