Qin Lang had endured nine hundred years of arduous cultivation and finally returned to his status as an Immortal Venerable, yet he never expected to be back in this era. Truly, fate is a fickle thing.,On the side, Hu Lili sternly rebuked Qin Lang. Qin Lang knew her thoughts because with Ren Shangwu present, Hu Lili had been trying to get close to the Ren family, a powerful clan. As for Qin Lang, in their eyes, he was nothing more than an insignificant ant.,Then the triangular-eyed doctor was about to say something else, but a voice cut him off sharply: “Go get a box of silver needles!”。