At that moment, the barren hilltop stood empty and desolate. Only a cold wind drifted past, stirring up a few specks of dust and sand.
Chen Xun's forehead seemed to be twitching, and he looked blatantly determined to pin this on the Heavenly Secrets Dao Palace.
Ke Ding was utterly aghast. "Chen Xun, Immortal Friend, you weren't even this worked up when you made a move just now. Why are you so agitated over one missing wooden cart?!"
"Chen Xun, Immortal Friend, do not worry."
Ke Ding remained remarkably composed, his eyes as still as an ancient well. "It is merely a trivial matter. Allow me to calculate it with a pinch of my fingers."
After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Xun. That furious look truly did not seem fake. He was actually anxious over a wooden cart.
He had long since inspected Chen Xun's three-wheeled wooden cart. It was merely an ordinary mortal artifact fashioned from Crane Spirit Tree wood, without even a trace of spirit-forging material upon it. It was absolutely no immortal artifact or Dao artifact.
"Absolutely not a trivial matter. This is a major event." Chen Xun said solemnly, as though suppressing his emotions with all his might. "Ke Ding, I am merely at the Qi Condensation Stage and find it difficult to sense the karmic threads of immortals. Someone took advantage of the chaos to steal the immortal artifact I refined back when I attained the Dao."
"Ah!" Ke Ding's eye sockets trembled as he stared at Chen Xun in disbelief, swallowing hard. "Dao Ancestor... this wooden cart..."
Had he not watched Chen Xun kill an immortal with his own eyes yesterday, he might actually have believed that!
And what was this about an immortal artifact refined in the past...?!