Zhang Fei Xuan and Wang Qizheng were breaking out in a cold sweat, their hearts trembling intensely.
Gao Sishu gave them a strange glance but, out of caution, remained silent.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Yin didn't mind. After looking over the pile of herbs, he turned his attention to the pile of antiques. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and with a wave of his hand, several jade pendant-shaped objects from among the antiques landed in his hand.
Then, he stretched out his wrist, and the ornament he had picked up from the ground earlier was also in his grasp. The few items were identical!
"Fourth junior brother, have you encountered the A Voiceless, Silent Sect?" He looked at Gao Sishu, his pupils suddenly constricted, filled with anger.
That look in his eyes sent chills down the spines of the three men.
"No."
