How exactly did this Mr. Yan escape?
Did he run away on his own, or did someone come to save him?
And who would that be? How did they save him?
Were the Formations at Corpse Walking Stronghold tampered with by this Mr. Yan?
Did he collude with outsiders, intending to destroy the Corpse Walking Stronghold?
And now, fearing the consequences of his crimes, he had fled.
Or is it that someone in the shadows...
Zhang Quan suddenly stopped in his thoughts.
In the shadows...
A Concealment Technique?
To be able to sneak into the Corpse Walking Stronghold undetected even by Foundation Establishment Divine Sense, as far as he knew, there was only one person capable of that.
That kid who knew the Concealment Technique?!
Zhang Quan's brow furrowed tightly, but then he felt something wasn't right.
Corpse Walking Stronghold was protected by the Expose Dust Formation; that kid shouldn't have been able to sneak in...
"No," Zhang Quan suddenly shook his head, his thoughts racing:
"If Mr. Yan had ulterior motives, the Expose Dust Formation he set up definitely had issues, and it certainly wouldn't keep that kid out!"
It was even possible that those two were in cahoots!
Zhang Quan was uncontrollably furious and then felt his heart lurch.
Concealment... Concealment...
His expression dramatically changed, "The altar!"
Zhang Quan remembered that if Mo Hua had really sneaked in with concealment, then everything he did might have been seen clearly.
Even including, the ritual he had just conducted with the bell!
Zhang Quan pushed his movement technique to the extreme, and in just a moment, he was back in his own room.
The door lock was intact, and the Formation was undamaged.
Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he unlocked the door and entered the room, he saw the screen that had been smashed to tatters.
Zhang Quan's legs went weak, and he nearly failed to keep his balance.
It was over!
He stumbled into the secret chamber and looked intently, his scalp tingling.
The secret chamber was in disarray.
The altar was overturned, and incense ashes scattered all over the floor.
The candles were extinguished, and the iron dishes upset.
Zhang Quan trembled as he searched the ground frantically, but no matter how he searched, it was nowhere to be found.
The copper bell he used for the ritual was gone...
Zhang Quan looked up again.
The Ancestral Master portrait was also gone...
Zhang Quan was so furious that his blood rushed to his head, and he roared:
"Where's my Corpse Controlling Bell?"
"Where's my ancestor?!!"