The People Still Haven't Been Found

Wolf Seven watched and listened as patches of firelight flared up all around, accompanied by incessant shouts of battle and killing.

His heart sank steadily.

Especially in the direction of Four Directions Pavilion—fighting had clearly already broken out.

Great Jing Kingdom was serious this time. They were not only going to capture him; they were also going to wipe out the delegation that had arrived with them.

They were clearly overturning the table.

Wolf Seven instinctively thought that perhaps the Great Jing Kingdom Emperor had successfully broken through his barrier, or perhaps one of the Old Imperial Ancestors had been confirmed alive.

The Great Jing Crown Prince had surely found himself a patron—either his father or one of his ancestors.

Otherwise, even if the Great Jing Crown Prince had ten times the courage, he would not dare do this.

This time, they were truly in grave danger.

Watching the flickering fires dancing across half the city, Xi Tianlong finally lost his nerve.

As his mania ebbed away, a genuine terror that pierced straight to the bone slowly surfaced in his heart.

"Seventh Uncle... run, run, run~" "I want to go home!"

The moment Wolf Seven heard that, he said in exasperation, "Young Master, this time, we have to gamble with our lives."

Meanwhile, Corpse Burning Room No. 7.

"Master, it's so noisy outside." Wang Tie Zhu stretched his neck over the beam, looking left and right.

"Ma Fei, go take a look."

Qin He lay sprawled in his reclining chair. The Purple Gold Furnace was in his left hand, while the charcoal slag he had taken from inside the furnace was in his right. Little Sable, like a snow-mountain sprite, lay curled in his arms as he studied them.

The furnace was very useful, but its origins were unknown,