But no matter how they scanned back and forth, they found no irregularities.
The two elderly men shared a glance, sighing inwardly.
They were certain one of their predecessors had stolen their Spirit Vein, but what could they do about it?
The spiritual energy in this realm was becoming increasingly scarce. Numerous clans and sects found it difficult to sustain themselves, and had to rely on clans and sects with Spirit Veins for survival.
But their clan had made many enemies over the years. If people got wind of their stolen Spirit Vein, the consequences were unthinkable.
"Chen Zhong, seal the news for the time being. We can't let outsiders know about our lost Spirit Vein," one old ancestor said. "Stay calm for now. We will slowly look into the matter and not rush."
The thief wouldn't wait around for them to find him. If they caused a ruckus that alerted everyone, that would be the most foolish and disastrous thing to do.
The Clan Leader's nose twitched, nodding repeatedly.
