"No, nowhere. Why is there nothing?"
"Those scum who dared to plunder our Three Immortals Pavilion could only have gone this way. And judging by their past actions, there was no way they would fear us, much less call it quits after killing the Great Elder."
"The Chief Attendant received word from east of the Ruthless River long ago. Those scum never went east of the Ruthless River. There is still no news of them now, so why are they not here either?"
"Why have those scum still not appeared?"
The Three Immortals Pavilion Master's roars came one after another.
He knew full well that he should not lose his temper so recklessly.
Especially not before so many of Three Immortals Pavilion's higher-ups.
But far too many things had happened to him recently.
First, his only son had been killed.
While he was leading people to search for the vicious beast, the Three Immortals Pavilion was repeatedly plundered by thieves.
Just when he thought he had finally found someone to vent his fury on, he sorrowfully discovered that those thieves had vanished without a trace as well.
Of course, it was impossible for them to have truly vanished.
Yet he had not received even the slightest useful information to this day—not their origins, nor what they looked like.
With nothing known at all, he believed that even if they stood right before him, he might not recognize them.
That was what made him so frustrated he wanted to cough up blood.
Before he had even finished venting his anger—
An elderly, white-haired elder, usually exceedingly steady in his work, came running over with an excited expression.
At the sight, the Three Immortals Pavilion Master immediately sprang to his feet.
"Fourth Elder, have those thieves made another move?"
"Where are they?"