"Wuji Sect, disappeared?!"
Zhao Wenxuan and Lin Guoying passed through the fog-shrouded valley and arrived at the mountain gate of Wuji Sect.
But the only things that greeted them were deathly silence and desolation.
Beneath the dim sky, clusters of palaces rose and fell one after another, vanishing into the dense black fog, appearing and disappearing in turns.
The chilly mountain wind brushed across their skin, making their hairs stand on end.
"What happened? Why isn't there a single person?"
Lin Guoying gazed at the various empty buildings within the deathly silent Wuji Sect, astonishment filling his face.
They had originally thought they were already prepared.
They were confident that no matter what happened, they would have a way to deal with it.
But at this moment,
only then did they realize that their preparations were still far from enough.
This was a situation they had never anticipated.
The surroundings were utterly quiet, without a trace of human presence, while a heavy atmosphere permeated the air.
Throughout the mountain gate, fallen leaves and dust covered every open space, walkway, and even the roofs of the palace buildings, as though no one had cleaned the place in a very long time.
Along the way,
they had not found the slightest trace of anyone nearby.
"Let's search the area. I refuse to believe that such a large sect force could disappear without leaving a single person behind."
Zhao Wenxuan's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was faintly grim.
The two of them then began investigating the surroundings.
They passed through one house, palace, and cluster of buildings after another.
But even after more than half a day had passed,
they had searched the entire mountain gate and still had not seen a single person.
Not even a valuable clue had been