"Father, we found nothing!"
Xiao Yunming reported hoarsely to Xiao Hong.
He understood how much Xiao Hong had invested in Prince Jin's tomb. The person in the entire Purple Flame Hall who most hoped to gain something was probably Xiao Hong.
The Purple Flame Hall disciples standing here were all elites of the hall, each possessing at least Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation.
As the Purple Flame Hall grew stronger and larger, its need for cultivation resources expanded accordingly, making further development even more necessary.
Yet further development would inevitably touch other people's interests.
But the Purple Flame Hall was not ready yet. Without a Golden Core stage cultivator, expanding further would only invite a devastating strike from Qingzhou's Five Great Sects.
Since they had not obtained what was needed to break through to the Golden Core stage this time, the Purple Flame Hall could only choose to shrink its sphere of influence.
If that happened, the Purple Flame Hall would gradually weaken and lose its chance to advance further.
Xiao Hong lowered his head and stared at the countless spirit stones without saying a word.
"Let's go."
After a long while, Xiao Hong said helplessly.
His voice was low, as if all hope had been drained from him.
Yang Guangchuan came up behind Jin Hefeng and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you find it?"
Jin Hefeng turned around and looked at Yang Guangchuan, who had suddenly appeared. Puzzled, he asked, "Where did you just go?"
"Hey, I found a place to relieve myself."
Jin Hefeng nodded without paying much attention. "Although it can't be said that we came here for nothing, we still didn't find what the old man was looking for. What a pity."
They did not touch the spirit stones scattered all over the ground.
The things