Datian Village, Three-Surname Ancestral Hall.
When Chen Anhe hurried to the rear hall and saw Huang Deqi and the elderly woman surnamed Xu seated inside, he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead and asked breathlessly, "Master Huang, what happened?"
The Chen clan chief had received the Crane Message sent by the other party and immediately rushed here at top speed.
It felt as though this old body of his was about to be shaken apart.
But there was nothing he could do. Of the three, his cultivation and strength were the lowest. He had long grown accustomed to being ordered about by Huang Deqi.
Huang Deqi's expression was grim. "Our village chief has been in the mountains for a long time, and there has been no news from that side."
Chen Anhe was startled. "What happened?"
He knew full well how vicious that group in the mountains was.
Wang Chen might be a Purple Mansion cultivator, but even a fierce tiger could not withstand a pack of wolves. With a deliberate scheme catching an unsuspecting target, no matter how he thought about it, Wang Chen should have fallen into their calculations.
Now there was not a trace of news from that side. It clearly defied reason, and Chen Anhe immediately felt that something was amiss.
"I've already sent people into the mountains to investigate."
Huang Deqi said in a deep voice, "What worries me most now is the mine. If by any chance..."
Before he could finish, a soft clattering sound rang out.
Looking closely, he found that it was Chen Anhe's teeth chattering.
The old fool was trembling with fright!
"What are you panicking for!"
Huang Deqi truly wanted to slap Chen Anhe to death. "Things haven't reached that point yet. Don't forget, that person is still holding