Let's talk about Yang Wenxiao and his grandson Yang Hao.
These two had brought substantial spiritual pressure to Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang; they were currently sipping Milk Tea, discussing the events of the day.
"Grandpa, how do you see today's events?" Yang Hao asked.
"The treasure, it should not be in the hands of the Tong Family."
"But why would the treasure disappear out of thin air? I heard that when Yeye went into the secret tunnel, the treasure had just been moved, leaving clear ash prints on the ground," said Yang Hao.
Yang Wenxiao leisurely took a sip of his Milk Tea, waiting for the rich and mellow aroma to dissipate before speaking, "What's more mysterious is that we only saw the dust prints left by the disappearing treasure, with no footprints to be seen."
"This batch of treasure, it vanished into thin air, into thin air."
Yang Hao was stunned, "In this world, can such magical things truly exist?"