Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 345 The elder in the green robe looked at the people who were kneeling before him. He let out a long sigh and mumbled, "It's been fifty years, and I finally became a Saint level cultivator.

Thanks for the blessings, great ancestors." That person was the Anne clan elder who was still alive, Weston Anne. He finally became a Saint level cultivator at the age of 130 years old. He became a powerful cultivator, and his lifespan was extended by another three hundred years.

He looked at his people after a long sigh. He nodded and said, "Get up, everyone." Everyone stood up and gathered

around Weston to chat with him.

Weston glanced at Sam and said displeasingly, "I can't believe you're still an intermediate Ambience level cultivator. Can't you improve a little?" "I'm sorry. I'm stuck at this level and can't seem to improve." Sam's head hung low in shame.

Sam looked like a middle-aged man, but he was actually in his seventies. His father was not an Ambience level cultivator and had passed away a long time ago.

Sam was the best cultivator in the Anne clan, so he became the head of the clan.

However, before Weston, he was just a grandchild. Be it his status or his powers, he was bound to be lectured by Weston.

to show his displeasure. Then, he said, "It doesn't matter. I became a Saint level cultivator today, and this is the perfect time to enter the historical remains. If we discover any relics

years ago, an ancestor of the Anne clan

remains were sealed by a powerful spell. The power of a Saint level cultivator was required to break

the historical

cave vaults left by ancient cultivators. There must be something good in

They would find something if they could enter the historical remains, and it would help

the ultimate item that changes their lives or the

was why the

historical remains. The Anne clan reproduced and lived there until Weston became a Saint level cultivator. They had hoped to enter the historical remains. It was the hope of the

chuckled at their

face the cliff and slowly placed one hand on

a pattern. The figure of a door was

historical remains. The power of a Saint level cultivator could