Tomb exploration. The words were hardly novel to Fang Yuan.
In his years as clan head, he had led and joined more than a few himself.
Tombs or inheritance caves left behind by powerful cultivators were rarely as glorious as they sounded.
Often, they were nothing more than elaborate deathtraps, empty of treasures, or worse, bait designed to drag the living down into the grave alongside the dead.
Which was why information was everything.
Before risking lives, one had to weigh the worth of entering.
And names, if they could be traced, usually meant the tomb had likely been made by a renown cultivator.
Even so… he had never once heard the name. Pill King Shan Yifeng meant nothing to him.
Shaking his head, Fang Yuan replied evenly, "I don't know who he is, Elder He."
The old man froze.
Slowly, stiffly, Elder He lowered himself back into his seat, staring as if trying to pierce through Fang Yuan's skull to see if he was joking. "You… really don't know?"
