Inside a courtyard.
This was a temporary stronghold of the Black Tortoise Sect after it arrived in Pingjiang City.
In the hall.
It was quiet to the extreme.
Ning Xuanwu sat in the seat of honor with a grim expression. Yao Ling'er and the other higher-ups sat nearby without saying a word, all waiting for news from the Death Warrior they had sent out.
"Master, do you think he can return successfully?" At last, Yao Ling'er could no longer sit still. She rose with a furrowed brow and asked.
Ning Xuanwu still said nothing.
But deep down, he was just as uncertain.
During the time the Death Warrior had been gathering information, he had calmed down considerably and thought through many things.
Though he was their master, he understood from the bottom of his heart that the talents of Jing Wuchen and Jing Wufeng, his two disciples, surpassed his own by far, far beyond what he had possessed in his youth. By now, they had even reached the Martial Spirit Realm.
Martial Spirit Realm.
Throughout Southern Sand, they were figures not to be underestimated.
On top of that, with the Sky Shaking Stone and the Swift Cloak in hand, so long as they did not encounter one of those old monsters who had stepped into the Martial King Realm many years ago, they would still have a chance of escaping with their lives.
In other words, even if he personally made a move, killing Jing Wuchen and Jing Wufeng would not be easy.
Yet in that person's hands, the two of them had vanished without even their bones remaining.
Furthermore.
As Emperor-grade treasures, the Sky Shaking Stone and the Swift Cloak were Supreme Treasures even to Martial Kings and Martial Emperors. Why had that person treated them with such disdain?