Su Chen knew without a doubt that the crowd below must be utterly shocked.
Qing Cang, however, glanced down and said, "All of you, wait here for a moment."
Before anyone could respond, he had already hurried away.
'Where is he going...?'
Su Chen was a bit confused. He stood to one side with Wan Chen and the others; they had nothing to say to one another, simply waiting in silence.
Qing Cang returned to his room and quickly set things up. He summoned the Bronze Figurine from within his body and bowed respectfully. "Master, we have arrived at the ruins left behind by Martial Uncle."
"Mm." The Bronze Figurine nodded. Its pupils glowed as faint data streams flickered within. It glanced down, its gaze seemingly piercing through layer after layer of obstruction.
"So it's my junior brother's Red Thunder Cauldron…" the Bronze Figurine sighed.
