At the sight of the empty cave abode, the seven figures in the air exchanged bewildered looks.
"Where did Li Ping go? He hasn't run away, has he?" Bai Yi sounded puzzled.
The burly barbarian beside her looked at the empty cave abode, then heard Bai Yi's words, and immediately began complaining. "I told you to strike right away, but you wouldn't listen. Now look-the cooked duck has flown away!"
The other six looked no happier.
Naturally, the Seven Immortals of the North Pole had also taken part in the No-Limits Combat Tournament over the past two days.
But because the Snowflight Sect had withdrawn of its own accord, its cultivators had carried many precious resources back into the sect.
As a result, their haul had been meager, or at least much smaller than they had imagined.
As for the shops in the market ward, the cultivators running them had sensed danger the instant the Snowflight Sect withdrew. They had either fled or stolen the goods entrusted to their care.
The renowned Cloudstep Merchant Association, for instance, was a business owned by the Cloudstep Sect, with branches in all eight major cities of the Far North. It could well be called the foremost merchant association in the Western Wasteland.
Without hesitation, the Seven Immortals of the North Pole had chosen the Cloudstep Merchant Association as their target for plunder.
But by the time they arrived, the Cloudstep Merchant Association had already been reduced to ruins, its goods stripped clean.
At first, they had thought they were simply a step too late.
Only after speaking with a cultivator they knew did they learn the truth: the Cloudstep Merchant Association's own cultivators stationed in Snowflight City had divided up the many resources in its shop among themselves.
After all, with such tremendous