"My lord, I will arrange for someone to bring them back immediately!" The middle-aged man looked frantic as he was about to turn and leave. The sacred artifact was too important to the Yulei Sect, and no loss could be afforded.
But before he could get far, he was stopped by the elder's calm voice. "There's no need. They are likely already dead!"
Glancing at the silver coin in his hand that shone with a silver glow, the elder nodded in satisfaction, then pocketed it. He straightened the round hat on his head before pacing towards the wall adorned with a large Hexagram.
The middle-aged man, having been stopped, immediately understood what the elder intended to do and hurried over to support his arm. "My lord, even if they're dead, we need to retrieve the sacred artifact..."
The elder ignored his words, merely casting a profound glance at him.
Feeling the gaze from his side, the middle-aged man's heart trembled, and he quickly shut his mouth, saying no more.
