“Boom!” After Zeng Yibin and his men made it to the top, one of them walked to the front of the stone hall and stomped on the door.

It was instantly blown flying.

“Who is being so rude?” A lazy voice came about. Li Qiye slowly walked out with a beautiful girl behind him, Liu Chuqing.

He had a faint smile on his face with no sign of anger.

“Me, Zeng Yibin!” Yibin arched his chest proudly, knowing that many people were watching.

As Ma Mingchun’s grandchild, he was relatively exceptional among the young generation. Unfortunately, he couldn’t handle the tough army life and returned to his clan.

Of course, he couldn’t compare to the real geniuses...