Tang Hao opened the car door and quickly examined Mu Xintong.
Then, he let out a sigh of relief.
Her injuries were very serious but not life-threatening.
He fed her some pills, then took her into the house and laid her down.
When he came out, his expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and his body was surging with killing intent.
"Who did this?"
Taoist Master Qian Ji sat up and leaned against the car. He panted weakly and said, "I'm not sure either, but the enemy was well-prepared and knew my route. They ambushed me!"
"Fortunately, I have Xintong with me, or I would have died! Damn those bastards!"
He suddenly remembered something and tossed a bloodstained ring at Tang Hao.
"Take a look. There might be some clues inside."
Tang Hao took it and accessed the pocket dimension.
Inside, he saw a pile of crystals and many other miscellaneous items.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a clothes rack in the corner.
