Qian Wantong and Qian Ying ultimately found no clues and could only set the matter aside for now. Their main goal remained the search for treasure.
"Have you dealt with all those tree branches you collected?" Qian Ying asked.
"They've all been taken care of," Qian Wantong replied.
Qian Ying nodded, then waved Qian Wantong away to attend to other matters. He himself walked over to the grave of their family Martial Artist and looked at the mound of earth, his feelings difficult to put into words.
He was already a centenarian who had experienced all manner of things. His heart had long since become as solid as stone. Yet the dead man was ultimately a member of the Qian Family and even distantly related to him. Every loss was a loss to the family.
They had not even ventured as far into the valley as the previous expedition team, yet they had already lost two people. According to their original plans, they should have preserved their manpower through some of the earlier dangerous areas.
After all, they had prepared countermeasures for the previous few dangers. Yet the items they had prepared had failed midway through, catching them off guard and costing them two people. If they continued onward, who knew how many more they would lose?
They had been mentally prepared to lose people when bringing their clansmen here to explore, but they had never expected losses in a place where they should not have occurred.
The members of the other families watched Qian Ying standing before the grave from afar, and they too felt a sense of shared sorrow. They had come here to explore, and after experiencing several dangers, everyone felt uneasy. Perhaps the next time someone died, it would be them.
To obtain treasure, they truly