"It's really that little bastard!" Qi Heng clenched his teeth, but inside he felt a sense of helplessness, "How can he, a First-grade Divine Cultivator, be so rich? It can't be that the Sunset Sect gave him all their money, right?"
"That's unlikely," the Great Elder said, "but the extent of that kid's wealth is simply unimaginable. Not long ago, someone attacked the Yanlan Empire, and he directly spent money to hire a large group of martial artists to support them, even including a group of Dao Realm powerhouses! The total expenditure probably equals several years of our income!"
"Spending so much just to protect a mere Fourth Grade Empire..." Qi Heng couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Sect Master, don't forget, that boy made a fortune with the Night Demons and Blood Demons in the Ancient Cave Heaven. Those young people participating in the assessment, didn't each of them come with the bulk of their family's or kingdom's assets? How many of them returned intact?"
