Ban Shan Sect, within the grand hall.
Atop the main seat, Pan Boyang's eyes were slightly closed, his figure dissipating like flowing sand.
Yang Yunheng stood dazedly outside the hall, eyes wide open, his gaze firmly fixed on the many Elders before him, "Is this how you were watching over him?"
All present sat in shock, not daring to breathe aloud.
This Northern Hong Cultivator's Blinding Technique had easily deceived them, these experienced old timers.
"Where did he go?!"
An Elder exclaimed in shock, "Could it be that he is after something within our sect? A Direct Disciple of the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, could he really commit theft right in front of so many people?"
"Heh..."
Yang Yunheng did not answer; his lips trembled violently, and he slapped his forehead, staggering back two steps, feeling the world spin around him.
It was all over!
