Red Leaf Sect.
The night had long passed. Elders Tian Hui, Qing Huang, and Chen Lie turned their full efforts into the search, mobilizing thousands of people and creating thousands of portraits of Wen Ping overnight. Yet, they couldn't even find a trace of Wen Ping, nor could they find anyone who recognized him.
As dawn cast its golden hue upon the earth, covering the Red Leaf Sect's sprawling mountains in fiery red once more, the three anxiously and helplessly reported the matter.
Dongjin woke up with a good mood under the morning sun, knowing the Red Leaf Sect recently gained two peerless talents; he hadn't expected to be struck by a thunderbolt.
As he listened to Tian Hui recount the events in detail, Dongjin's face became increasingly grim, his angry eyes filled with boundless fury.
"Lost!"
Dongjin finally erupted.
Anger exploded, weighing Tian Hui and the others down so much they dared not lift their heads.
