Nong Zaitian’s expression remained perfectly normal, not revealing any information.

Lu Yin continued, saying, “If it wasn’t those people from the Daosource Sect who grew these plants, then it must have been some other people from hundreds of thousands years ago. Since they dared to grow them, then they must have had a way to ensure that others wouldn’t discover them. Thus, there’s only one possibility concerning the identity of the person who discovers this area.” He looked straight at Nong Zaitian. “They must be the descendant of the people who made this area.” 

Nong Zaitian’s expression changed, and he let out a deep breath. “Good guess. These herbs were planted by my Nong family’s ancestors.”

“Something about that still sounds wrong. I heard that the Nong family’s ancestors obtained all of their treasures from an auction house in one of the Daosource Sect’s subsidiary cities, which is how the Nong family was able to abruptly rise to power. These plants should be at least tens of thousands years old, and your Nong family probably hadn’t even stepped onto the path of cultivation back then,” Lu Yin countered. 

Nong Zaitian’s lips curled up. “My Nong family has passed this inheritance down through countless years. Not just tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years ago—my Nong family was once one of the Sixth Mainland’s legends. However, my Nong family has always kept a low profile, never mentioning...