"Ming Cangye was seriously injured. It happened that Patriarch Tianyin went to Qianzhongling at this time. He relied on the art of seizing the body to save his life. Ming Yewu's injuries will not be less than his, but he may not be as good as him.
Luck." Huangfu Qingjue said.
"Forget it, it's Fengyanhui's business anyway, so we don't have to meddle in it," Ling Chuxi said.
Guessing that Ming Yewu might have died in Qianzhongling, Ling Chuxi was not only relieved, but also a little regretful. He didn't have much hatred for Ming Yewu. Speaking of which, he still owed Fengyan Society a lot of favors, not to mention
The enemy of my enemy is a friend. Since Ming Yewu and Ming Cangye have enmity, they can barely be regarded as friends.
Of course, Ling Chuxi also knew that Ming Yewu was determined to gain Cang Yuancan's will. If he didn't die, the two parties might not be friends in the end.
Soon, the steward prepared the teleportation array and led Ling Chuxi and his party to the back hall. The array was activated, a strange light flashed, and Ling Chuxi and the others disappeared.
After watching them leave, the steward hurried away and walked through the twists and turns of the passage to a secret room.
"Mr. Vice President, I have something urgent to report." The steward bowed slightly and stood at the door, saying respectfully.
"Come in." A middle-aged man with a thin cheek glanced at the steward who pushed away the room, and said coldly, "Didn't I tell you not to come over casually unless there is something urgent?"
"Mr. Vice President, Ling Chuxi, the leader of Jindan Sect, came here just now and borrowed our teleportation array to go to Nanxia Kingdom," the steward said.
"What does that have to do with us?" the vice president asked.
"She is acquainted with the president, Jin Buhuan, and asked her subordinates about their whereabouts," the steward replied.
"Oh? How did you answer?" The vice-president asked in a deep voice, his fingers gently clasping the armrests of the chair.
"This subordinate has a humble status and does not know the news about the president and Deacon Jin," the steward said.
"Well done." The vice president said calmly.
"My subordinates are worried that they will miss something important," the steward said cautiously.
"You don't need to worry about these things." The vice president's eyes were as cold as ice and he said, "Just pretend you don't know anything. If they need to find out any information, just stay the same as before."
"Yes, I'm resigning." The steward was stared at by his gaze and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, with chills running down his back.
"Is there any news about gold not being exchanged?" the vice president hesitated and asked.
"My subordinates have traced that he seems to have gone to Uehara Country, but I'm not sure." The steward said hesitantly.
"Last month it was found that it was in Dongxing Country, last month it was in Fengze Country, and this time it was in Shangyuan Country. Interesting, interesting." The vice president said it was interesting, but there was no smile on his face.
"My subordinates are incompetent, my subordinates are incompetent." The steward said with fear and sweating profusely.
"Go down, if you can find him so easily, he won't be replaced by gold." The vice-president waved his hand.
The steward stepped back respectfully and walked out of the secret room. The vice-president closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and a divine light shone in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and left the secret room, and then disappeared.
At the same time that Ling Chuxi and his party left the sect's holy realm, Ling Gusong also sadly left the Canglang Sect with his disciples.
"Master, are we really leaving like this?" Mu Weibei looked back at the ancient sect and said reluctantly. Canglang Sect is one of the five major sects, how could he let it go?