"Farewell, then. If fate allows, we'll meet again."
Qin Jiuge felt light as a feather, with nothing weighing him down.
He had only just secured all the core resources and opportunities within this Secret Realm.
Yet those young prodigies came incredibly fast, each one barging straight into the main hall and leaving Qin Jiuge slightly taken aback.
Qin Jiuge concealed his aura once more through the entrance he had used before, vanishing without a trace.
His disappearance marked a tremendous harvest.
But the situation within the main hall now was naturally something else entirely.
"What happened?
Were we beaten to the punch?"
Faint peach blossoms drifted around Zhu Chengfeng. A trace of displeasure surfaced on his handsome, almost breathtakingly beautiful face, one even more refined than Qin Jiuge's.
Around him, Zhang Kang, the previously silent cultivators, and Lei Miaomiao of the Thunderfire Sword Sect all wore exceedingly complicated expressions.
"Who was it?
Who exactly was it?
What colossal nerve! They dared to snatch the treasury of us immortals?
Could there be another entrance to this Secret Realm?
Zhu Chengfeng, why aren't you checking it already?"
Lei Miaomiao shot a sharp gaze straight at him.
The next moment, Sun Tian of the Blood Fiend Sect, who had just arrived, along with the young prodigies from the other sects, all turned to look at him as well.
Zhu Changfeng's scouting methods were among the best of them all. After all, the Heavenly Desire Devil Palace was the most sensitive in such matters.
Zhu Changfeng spread his hands. His pretty face still bore a few traces of helplessness. "I checked long ago. When we arrived here, there was not the slightest trace of an aura. Perhaps it was some junior member of the Dragon Clan who came."
Zhu Changfeng's grasp of human nature