In the base of the Zhenli Clan.
The third mountain was where the laboratories and the treasures of the Zhenli Clan were at.
Wang Teng, Zhou Xuanwu, and the others were standing in a treasure room.
The martial warriors from the three troops were counting the items inside, including ores, spiritual herbs, rune weapons, and many others.
Zhou Xuanwu walked around the room and frowned. "Why do I feel that this treasure room is a little empty? Is the Zhenli Clan so poor?"
Wang Teng stared at the ground, pretending that he didn't know anything.
"It's indeed too little. It seems as if someone emptied the place before us." Xiao Nanfeng frowned. He was puzzled.
"Yes, I agree. The Zhenli Clan is really poor," Wang Teng agreed pretentiously.
The other two chief commanders didn't suspect anything. Wang Teng had never left the battlefield, so he didn't have the time to commit the crime. They didn't think that he was the culprit.
