"Don't be so anxious." Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "Haven't you already waited a whole month?"
"Something happened!" the old city lord said.
"What happened?" Uchiha Madara looked at the old city lord and asked. "It was only one night. What could possibly have happened?"
"More people went in, and none of them came back out," the old city lord said.
"How could you let people go in?" Uchiha Madara said to the old city lord. "You know how dangerous that place is. How could you let them enter?"
"And so many people went in before, yet none of them ever came out. Learn from past mistakes—how could you still let people go in?" Uchiha Madara was somewhat speechless, unable to understand what the old city lord had been thinking.
Uchiha Madara felt that the old city lord surely understood the dangers of that warehouse better than anyone. Things had already reached this point—couldn't he even wait one night?
"I thought my daughter had returned," the old city lord said gloomily. "Last night, the princess's voice came from inside the warehouse."
"She desperately cried for help. She said she was afraid," the old city lord said.
"Nothing like this had ever happened before. I had never heard my precious daughter's voice before." The old city lord spoke sorrowfully.
"I thought she was safe now. The evil spirit must have known that the two masters had arrived and released her," the old city lord said, looking at Uchiha Madara and Qiying Fofeng.
"And then?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"How many people did you send?" Uchiha Madara looked at the old city lord and asked.
"Ten people," the old city lord answered.
"I thought the evil spirit had already released the princess. With so many people, their vital energy would be extremely