An old monster at early spirit transformation lived in that great hall. Judging by the setup, he was probably one of the Cold Abyss Sect's Grand Supreme Elders.
After selecting his target, he waved a hand, took out an Emperor-Rank Magical Artifact he had filled with demonic qi beforehand, and handed it to Zhang Xuanhe.
Zhang Xuanhe took the magical artifact and expertly hurled it at the great hall's door.
The demonic artifact traced a black line through the night sky and, with a dull thud, embedded itself firmly in the door.
"Who's there!"
The next second, an old man with snow-white hair and beard charged out of the hall.
His wary gaze swept the surroundings before settling on the demonic artifact stuck in his door.
After just one glance, he reached out and pulled it free, examined it, then cursed under his breath.
"Which little bastard did this? If you're giving me a treasure, just give it to me! Why stick it in my door?"
"Don't you know I spent a fortune having this door made?"
As he spoke, he flipped his hand and actually put the demonic artifact straight into his Storage Ring.
"Uh..." Chun Xiaobai and the others, hiding on the rooftop, froze at the sight.
They exchanged looks, their faces filled with bewilderment.
This...
Why had he gone off-script again?
Shouldn't he have panicked and cried out when he saw the demonic artifact?
At the very least, shouldn't he have reported it to his sect immediately?
Why had he confiscated their equipment instead?
What... what was that supposed to mean?
Chun Xiaobai knitted his brows, feeling that something was wrong.
Before he could work it out-
"Go!"
Seeing the fat fish already at his lips about to slip away, Zhang Xuanhe pushed off with his toes