Enge's anger was almost overboiling when he saw this. His expression became ugly as he said angrily, "The Mystic Pavilion's treasury has also been stolen by him. What an embarrassment!"
At the same time, his body slowly slumped. He couldn't figure out why the Mystic Pavilion's treasury would still be stolen even though the entire imperial city was enveloped under his perception.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng was skillfully gathering the treasures in the treasury while Mu Yao was so anxious that she was about to cry. She was so nervous that she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Most importantly, the alarm had sounded again.
"Chu Feng, can't we keep a low profile? There are many overlords in the imperial city. We are in great danger now, do you understand?" Mu Yao said anxiously.
