The Mansion's southwest corner was occupied by a shabby Side Residence. Its courtyard had gone untended for years and was shabby and run-down.
The Clan Leader looked around and ordered coldly, "Dig!"
The Clan Leader and his two brothers stood nearby from beginning to end, their faces cold and their eyes dark, giving nothing away.
With every thrust of the shovel, their expressions grew grimmer, as though each blow had struck the Pu Clan's Dragon Vein.
Li Zi muttered, "They could dig a huge pit with a few techniques. Why insist on using shovels?"
Ji Zheng said softly, "Because they're afraid."
Afraid to learn the truth.
Yet hoping to learn it all the same.
If a Formation truly was the cause, the Pu Clan would be drawn completely into the war against the Devil Race.
For the Pu Clan, every second that followed was agony.
The other members of the Pu Clan hurried to the Small Courtyard when they heard the news. They crowded around, craning their necks to watch the pit being dug.
"Can it be true? There's a Formation beneath our Mansion?"
"Even the Ancestors at the Mahayana Stage never noticed it. Could this be a scheme by those Sects?"
"Things have been strange for our clan these past few years. I'd even wondered if something was wrong with the ancestral estate..."
The digging continued. Everyone present was a powerhouse of the Cultivation World; Golden Core Stage cultivators were everywhere.
Yet not one of them lent a hand. They simply watched the guards dig, bit by bit.
Clang!
When the pit reached more than a meter deep, the sound of metal striking something rang through the Small Courtyard.
The whispers all around stopped abruptly. Everyone held their breath.
Was there really something down there?
The Clan Leader suddenly