Yun Zhongzi felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He usually maintained good relations with others and even his attitude towards the Jie School was not that extreme.
In both personal sentiment and principle, he should not have attracted such trouble, so why had this happened?
With hurried steps, Yun Zhongzi rushed straight to his Refining Room, and upon seeing the scene before him, his expression turned ugly in an instant. There laid the casually discarded lid of the furnace, which was now completely empty.
With the lonely Samadhi True Fire still burning, the thief had some nerve!!
Yun Zhongzi's mood was as fiery as the Samadhi True Fire, burning with rage; he wished he could directly seize the chief culprit and punish them without mercy!
This was a treasure he had meticulously crafted with countless efforts—how had it been taken just like that?
