"Elder Ma Yuan and Elder Zhao Ping... were they killed as well?"
Li Wushang's fingers tapped twice on the back of his chair, making a faint tapping sound.
His face was abnormally grim.
"The traces at the scene indicate that the enemy was extremely powerful."
Feng Yuan shook his head slightly.
"The two Elders... I'm afraid they have both perished."
Li Wushang's face flushed with anger. Not only were the supplies stolen, but even the two Elders had been killed.
Ma Yuan was a Second Grade, and Zhao Ping was at the Late Stage of Third Grade. To be able to ambush and kill them both, the assailants were by no means ordinary.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and asked,
"Have you found any clues about the perpetrators?"
"The traces at the scene were wiped clean. It's impossible to determine which faction was responsible from the evidence,"
Feng Yuan said, shaking his head.
A long silence fell upon the hall.
