"Lingyun, we never said Xiu'er stole the money. We just think that he may hide that three thousand yuan and possibly because he wanted you to be less worry!" The middle-aged man turned his head to the side. He didn't even dare to look straight at Su Lingyun.
There were five tall protrusions which formed five mountaintops. They looked like a human's hand raised with the fingers pointed skyward, as if wanting to catch the sky. In the middle of one of the peaks was a big hollowed-out rock and a young man was hiding in the shade that it provided. By his side was a woven basket filled with medicinal herbs which surrounded the area with a pleasant and therapeutic scent.
"In the Nanyang Continent, there are a large number of dynasties. the real overlords and rulers of this continent are from those old sects. The dynasties are merely the vassals of these sects," Palace Master White smiled and continued.