"What happened?!"
The smile vanished from Lingxiao Saintess's face, and a bad feeling stirred in her heart.
She hurried into Long Aotian's treasury. But instead of treasures shimmering with immortal light, she saw only rows of empty shelves and box after box that stood empty. A wave of dizziness swept over her at once.
"Madam, be careful!"
Miss Dongfang had followed her in and quickly caught her before she could fall.
"Who? Who did this?!"
Lingxiao Saintess showed no gratitude. She shoved Miss Dongfang away and charged into the treasury, shrieking like a shrew.
To successfully launch a surprise attack on Long Aotian's stronghold this time, she had brought out every last one of her family's resources.
Just now, to break through the God of War Hall, she had used the lives of Lingxiao Palace's disciples to clear the way. At least twenty or thirty thousand elite disciples had died, and three Immortal Kings had been seriously injured. The battle could only be described as tragic and heartrending.
She had thought that breaking through the God of War Hall would let her recoup some of her losses and put Long Aotian in a dilemma, allowing her to seize the initiative in the war again. But who could have guessed that the treasury would be in complete disarray, with nothing left inside? She was so devastated that she completely lost it.
"My turn to perform!"
Following Director Qin's instructions, Miss Dongfang successfully found the Immortal Lord who had answered the question correctly. Then she cried out, "Saintess, there's a survivor here..."
"A survivor?!"
Lingxiao Saintess's body trembled, and she immediately hurried over to look.
After confirming that the man still had a faint breath, she quickly sent a thread of Immortal Qi into him and demanded, "What happened here? Where are