Then the three of them suddenly remembered something even more terrifying.
Without spiritual energy, what would happen to all the cultivation residences under their names?
Without spiritual energy, they would become worthless land!
They had poured their entire fortunes into them. If they lost all that, they did not even know how they would cultivate in the future.
The three exchanged glances, perfectly in sync.
The chief city lord, who held the highest status, spoke first.
"Gentlemen, whether for public or private reasons, the matter of the spiritual veins must not be disclosed. Our top priority is to keep this secret and catch the culprit. Then we can wait for the ancestors of the Zhang Family and Zhao Family to deal with the spiritual veins. What do you think?"
"Of course."
The other two deputy city lords agreed in unison. Without needing to say it aloud, the first thing they did after returning to the surface was order the City Lord's Manor steward to sell every cultivation residence in their possession.
"City Lord, why are we suddenly selling the cultivation residences? The residences in Nine Emperor City still have room to rise in value. Wouldn't it be a terrible waste to sell them now?"
Upon learning that the three city lords intended to dump so many residences, the steward hurriedly offered his loyal advice.
In a foul mood, the city lord slapped him across the face and cursed, "What the hell does a slave like you know? Just do as you're told."
"This lowly one knows his mistake."
The steward nearly spat blood. He had only wanted to flatter them—who could have expected to receive such a vicious slap instead?
Leaving the City Lord's Manor with a face full of grievance, he ran to the notice wall where cultivation residences