"Steward Qian, what should we do?" Seeing that neither signal flare had received a response, the Qian Family Martial Artist beside him asked.
"Let's go back first. We'll talk about it later." With only him and the Qian Family people beside him, there was nothing they could do. They might as well return first.
After jumping down from the rock, Qian Wantong led his clansmen back to the temporary camp outside the mountain gate.
Originally, after returning, he had wanted to call over the Leaders of the various families, explain what had just happened, and discuss what to do next. After all, if they were going to send people to investigate, they needed manpower, and that manpower had to come from the different families.
But then he remembered that when the two Xiantian Elders had left, they had taken the leaders of all the families with them. Only the Ouyang Family's leader, Ouyang Ding, a fellow at Houtian Layer Nine, remained. Calling him over to discuss it would be pointless.
"Ah!" After letting out a sigh, he felt a genuine headache coming on.
There were not many Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists in the entire group to begin with, and Qian Ying had taken five of them away. That left only a pitiful handful. It was truly frustrating. Even if he wanted to assign people, he did not know who to find.
Elder Qian Ying really was something else. He was only leading a team to investigate the lake—why had he taken the five strongest Houtian Martial Artists with him? Couldn't he have brought some weaker people to investigate the lake instead?
After all, the two powerful Xiantian Masters were both in the team. If they had to act, those two would be the ones to do it. Everyone else