The moment the box was in hand, Cheng Xiaoxiao swiftly stored it away, using Zhou Yanlan's body as cover. No one noticed.
Ouyang Qingsheng and a few elders looked at each other, bewildered as to how the box suddenly vanished from their grip.
Panic rushed straight to their hearts, and they knelt down in unison.
"Ancestor, please calm your anger!"
Ouyang Ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly. The Shunyi Technique is always traceable, just invisible to ordinary people. In the eyes of top experts, it can always be tracked unless it can occur out of nowhere.
"It seems I underestimated you." Ouyang Ancestor coldly mocked.
The death of the attendant and guard didn't even make him blink, but now that his painstakingly nurtured darling was moved, his mood sank to rock bottom.
The atmosphere on-site froze inch by inch, even more chilling than the snowy day outside.
