Ancestor Hall!
"How could there be none?"
While the Emperor found the relics of the ancient demon court and returned fully laden, the Ancestor roamed through the Sutra Pavilion, searching for records about Cangjie's abode.
But after a thorough search, he found nothing.
To his horror, he discovered that all texts related to Cangjie had vanished without a trace.
"Ancestor, should we investigate secretly who took the texts?"
The one-armed old man approached, his face grim, with murder flashing in his eyes, as if hiding two blood rivers on the verge of eruption.
The disappearance of all texts related to Cangjie only indicated one reason—that they had been moved!
Moreover, the person who moved the texts must have discovered something!
"No need to investigate!"
"It must have been taken by that miscreant!"
"No wonder, no wonder his cultivation has advanced so rapidly!"
The Ancestor shook his head, grinding his teeth as he spoke.
