Just then!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A storm surged as Wang Chunyang came flying over. Staring at the collapsed City Lord's Residence, he cried out to the Second Elder in shock, "Second Elder! Are we too late?"
The Second Elder's face was grave, a trace of disappointment showing in his eyes. He said heavily, "There's spatial power here. It seems... Ye Han may have been taken away!"
Wang Chunyang was horrified. "What? What do we do now?"
The Second Elder suddenly flew down toward the shattered Great Hall and saw five ancient treasures still hanging in the air. Surprise crossed his face. None of these five ancient treasures was top-tier, but the degree to which they had been refined was far beyond what an ordinary cultivator could achieve. Did that brat Ye Han possess such skill?
Tsk! No wonder that brat escaped from that she-devil, Red Dragon Girl. So he'd refined these ancient treasures to such an impressive degree...
Wang Chunyang followed him down. Seeing the five ancient treasures Ye Han had not had time to retrieve, he said anxiously, "Second Elder, Senior Brother Ye didn't even have time to take his treasures. He must be in danger."
"Not necessarily!" the Second Elder replied. "His ancient treasures still carry the aura of their Blood-Drip Recognition and refinement. Things shouldn't be that bad!"
At these words, Wang Chunyang's expression shifted in understanding. Any ancient treasure bound to its master by Blood-Drip Recognition would carry a trace of the cultivator's soul linking them together. Only when its master died would the aura of that Blood-Drip Recognition weaken. The aura of these five treasures had not weakened, which meant Ye Han was still alive...
At the same time, both men were astonished. Ye Han actually possessed five ancient treasures, and judging by their auras,