Three days later.
Since Xie Xiaofeng had been away from the ancient city for a full seven days without finding anyone or discovering his body, the Second Generation Nether King found it odd and wondered if Xie Xiaofeng had been devoured by the giant beasts outside the city.
Once again, he came to the temple beneath the ice-sculpture building to meet with the elder of the Snow Mountain Tribe.
"Have your assassins returned?" the Second Generation Nether King asked the Snow Mountain Tribe elder.
The Clan Leader opened his eyes, sneering, "You want to know whether those two are dead, don't you? Can't you sense the other half of the Nether King's Heart?"
The Second Generation Nether King was visibly displeased, "So that means the person hasn't returned! It's been seven days now; it seems quite likely that he has died at their hands."
