Next day.
Zhao Qing Ying's tent.
The peak lords were gathered here with the elders from all the different peaks.
Zhao Qing Ying had a furious look as he stared at Zhao Ming Ye.
"What happened to the formation array protecting the encampment area?"
"I'm sorry, senior martial uncle. The rats had gnawed and destroyed the formation. My men succumbed to the rat poison," Zhao Ming Ye said.
Hearing this, Zhao Qing Ying decided not to pursue further as he knew these dark cultivators from the Dark Lotus Sect weren't pushovers.
They always had a devious way of doing things.
"Any information from the rat man's body?" He continued to ask.
Zhao Ming Ye sighed and shook his head.
"I couldn't get anything out of his memories. It's being locked by some technique. I could try and break it, but it might take at least a month."
Zhao Qing Ying frowned as he listened.
