Half a month later...
Bang!
The stone table suddenly shattered, breaking into several pieces that scattered and violently struck the stone walls.
"Dead?!" Han Xiaolong, the Taoist in a white robe, couldn't believe what the disciple reporting to him just said.
"Yes... yes, master..." the disciple stammered fearfully, responding in a low voice. "It is said that only belongings were found by the creek..."
"Meng Man... couldn't have managed this, it must have been that damned woman from the Dugu family!" A glint of murderous intent flashed in Han Xiaolong's eyes. "To kill my friend, to cut off my means of making a living, is like killing one's own parents! Dugu Lin!!"
He gritted his teeth, and with a clench of his palm, spiritual energy exploded outloud, making the whole cave mansion rumble like thunder.
The disciple trembled even more with fright.
"Get out!!" Han Xiaolong was in a bad mood, and seeing the disciple's timid and fearful demeanor only infuriated him further.
