The candlestick was merely an object made of silver wax, and with a twist from Yin Xian, it snapped in two.
Yin Xian stared at the two broken halves, unable to conceal the eagerness in his eyes. For a moment, he completely ignored Yang Qing and the others standing nearby.
But the eagerness on his face lasted only a few breaths before it froze.
The broken candlestick was utterly empty inside.
"No, how could there be nothing in here?"
Yin Xian stared at the two halves in his hands, which clearly contained nothing else, and anger rapidly gathered in his eyes.
He inspected the broken halves again, then hurled them to the floor.
The broken candlestick shattered into several pieces.
But aside from the fragments, there was still nothing.
Bang! Yin Xian slammed his palm onto the offering table, making it shake twice.
He turned his gaze to the other candlestick and reached out to take it.
The candlestick snapped in two, just like the first.
Yet again, there was nothing inside.
"Impossible. The ancestral instructions said it was in a candlestick here. Why is it missing?"
Yin Xian glared at the candlestick with bloodshot eyes, looking as though he had gone mad. Yang Qing and the others frowned at the sight.
What exactly was Yin Xian searching for that could affect him so deeply?
Still, his unstable emotions gave them an opening.
Yang Qing glanced at Jiang Zhizhou, who understood and exchanged a look with Bu Er. Both men moved, pointing their swords at Yin Xian.
No matter how many secrets this man had yet to reveal, they no longer mattered to them.
Now, they would eliminate this trouble.
"Clever of you."
The empty candlesticks had shaken Yin Xian, leaving his emotions unsettled, but he had spent years scheming