Just then, one of the Soul Tools at his waist suddenly lit up red, and Jing Hongchen came to an abrupt halt.
The several disciples beside him also stopped, their eyes filled with terror.
Those Soul Tools were alarm devices belonging to Mingde Hall's underground treasury. Only when the core area was invaded would an alarm of this level erupt.
Jing Hongchen lowered his head and watched the red light flashing nonstop from the Soul Tool in his hand. His expression instantly darkened.
"Not good. It really was a diversion to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Something has happened to Mingde Hall!"
Jing Hongchen's eyelids twitched continuously. He was now caught in an extremely difficult position.
The enemy had abducted his grandson and granddaughter, and he still had not managed to rescue them.
But now the underground treasury had come under attack as well. As the master of Mingde Hall, he had to return immediately to defend it.
Jing Hongchen's eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and his breathing quickened. His expression grew increasingly vicious. "Good, good, very good. You actually dared scheme against me!"
Jing Hongchen raised his head and stared fixedly at Zhang Peng, who seemed to have stopped in the distance to wait for them.
Zhang Peng stood atop a stretch of low hills, his gaze directed toward them. In the night, he held one person in each hand as casually as if he were carrying chicks, seemingly issuing Jing Hongchen a silent taunt.
The Soul Engineers beside Jing Hongchen clenched their fists at the sight. Gritting their teeth, they asked, "Master, what do we do now?"
Jing Hongchen did not answer immediately. He glanced at his grandson and granddaughter, still unconscious in the distance, then looked at the Soul Tool flashing nonstop in his hand.
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