When Zhen Youdao and the rest returned to Yi Qi Sect, they found that of the thirteen people who had left, four were missing.
"Damn it!"
The faces of Zhen Youdao and You Zhu turned ashen; the four immortal beings lost were their people. Such a loss was agonizing for both of them.
These were immortals of a hundred thousand years, esteemed even among the eight great holy lands as Supreme Elders. And now, four had fallen at once!
Even now, they could hardly believe that the shameless, surefire ambush they had sacrificed their dignity to initiate had resulted in such an unexpected outcome.
"How despicable, to covet the 'Golden Cicada' enlightenment like this!"
"With Fangcun Mountain in your possession, why didn't you bring it out earlier? Shameless, utterly shameless!"
...
Three provincial lords fumed with anger, feeling stifled and bursting into loud curses. Mid-curse, Zhen Youdao shivered, his eyes reflecting a sudden horror.
