"Did you discover any secrets at that time, Master?"
"No."
Huang Yuanliang shook his head, "At that time, our predecessors practically turned Huang Mountain upside down, without any results."
"Father, could it be overthinking? Maybe it's just a coincidence?" Huang Kun spoke up from the side.
"Coincidence?"
Huang Yuanliang sneered, his gaze fixed tightly on his son, the sharpness in his old eyes causing Huang Kun to lower his head involuntarily.
"Kun'er, remember this: our Huang Family resides at the foot of Huang Mountain, which means we bear the responsibility of guarding it. The Demon Race is inherently cunning; even the slightest possibility cannot be taken lightly. If the White Fox tribe were to reappear on Huang Mountain and bring harm to the people of Huizhou Prefecture again, the faces of our Huang Family ancestors would be utterly disgraced. How can we face the surrounding populace?"
