At that moment, the desolate mountaintop stood empty, with only a cold wind slowly sweeping past and stirring up a few grains of dust.
Chen Xun's forehead seemed to twitch. He looked every bit like he had decided to pin this on the Heavenly Secrets Dao Palace.
Ke Ding was utterly shocked. "Immortal friend Chen Xun, you weren't even this worked up when you made your move just now. Why are you so agitated over a missing wooden cart?!"
"Immortal friend Ke Ding, don't be hasty."
Ke Ding remained remarkably composed, his eyes still as an ancient well. "It is but a trivial matter. Let me calculate it with a pinch of my fingers."
After saying that, he even turned his head to glance at Chen Xun. That furious appearance truly did not seem fake—he had actually become anxious over a wooden cart.
He had long since examined Chen Xun's three-wheeled wooden cart. It was merely a mundane item made from ordinary Crane Spirit Tree wood, without even a trace of spirit-forging material upon it. It was absolutely no Immortal Artifact or Dao Artifact.
"It is far from a trivial matter. This is a grave matter." Chen Xun's voice was deep, as though he were suppressing his emotions with all his might. "Ke Ding, I am but a mere Qi Refining Realm cultivator and find it difficult to sense the karmic ties of Immortals. Someone took advantage of the chaos to steal the Immortal Artifact I refined back when I attained the Dao."
"Ah!" Ke Ding's eyelids twitched as he stared at Chen Xun in disbelief, swallowing hard. "Dao Ancestor... this wooden cart..."
If he had not watched Chen Xun kill an Immortal with his own eyes yesterday, he might almost have believed him!
And what did he mean, an