"Hm?"
Zhou Changqing instantly sensed He Yanhao and his companion looking at him, and his brows furrowed slightly in confusion.
But when he remembered the man from the Wind Lightning West Pavilion whom he had killed in the treasure pavilion, he began to suspect the reason.
That shouldn't be possible. There was no one nearby when I killed him. How did these two old bastards find out?
A thought stirred, and Zhou Changqing recalled taking the man's Storage Ring after killing him.
Could the problem be that Storage Ring?
Zhou Changqing's guess was correct.
The problem was indeed the Storage Ring.
Why does this person have the fluctuations of the Three Thousand Lightning Movement Scroll's mark on him? Could it be...
The fluctuations of the special mark on the Three Thousand Lightning Movement Dou Technique scroll were unique to their Wind-Thunder Pavilion. There could be no mistake.
He Yanhao's brows furrowed slightly, a cold glint rising in his eyes as he looked at Zhou Changqing.
Several of their deacons had indeed yet to arrive at the main burial chamber. He had originally assumed they were still looting other parts of the tomb.
Now, it seemed one of them had probably fallen at this young man's hands.
After all, back outside the tomb, he had not sensed the special mark's fluctuations on anyone other than his own group.
At that thought, a trace of killing intent surfaced in his aged eyes.
He gave the Second Elder a meaningful look.
Then He Yanhao turned back to continue watching the coffin.
A mere brat was not worthy of his personal attention.
The Second Elder understood. Likewise, mindful of his own status, he had no intention of acting personally. Instead, he sent a voice transmission to a Peak Dou Emperor deacon under his command,