In the small pavilion from before, the old man and the young man had long since sat down at the table, drinking the tea in their cups as though nothing had happened.
"How much did we get this time?"
Toutian asked curiously. In every operation, he acted as Ye Buqu's support, while Ye Buqu was the main force.
"Not much. I took a rough look—probably worth a few million Top-Tier Spirit Stones. We didn't get any truly good stuff, and I didn't find the Black Iron Heavy Sword you mentioned either."
Ye Buqu said blandly, somewhat disappointed. He had gone specifically for the Black Iron Heavy Sword Toutian had spoken of, yet in the end, he still had not found it. It was indeed a bit of a failure.
"I see. But don't be discouraged. There'll be other chances. We can try again next time."
Toutian was not the least bit disappointed. If they had failed this time, there would be a next time, wouldn't there?
"It's started."
Suddenly sensing something, Toutian spoke with a smile.
Sure enough, the next moment, figures began passing by the small pavilion. Patrol squads formed by disciples moved about in groups, patrolling one another's routes.
In the sky, enormous divine senses swept recklessly across the entire Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain, utterly unafraid of the people from the various major factions within it.
This time, the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain's treasury had been robbed, and a Dao Integration True Lord had been beaten to death. It was practically shitting on the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain's neck.
They no longer cared about face. They only wanted to find the culprit as quickly as possible, then let him taste the most brutal punishment in this world.
Yet no matter how they searched, they could