After calming his heart, Yan Xiu looked at the empty camp and thought in his heart that at least he had come out with a profit. Whether Chen Xiu died or not, it had no relation to him. He also wouldn't get any benefits from it.
As long as ore mountain's camp remained, regardless of how Chen Xiu and the four clan patriarchs settled their differences, it wouldn't be related to him.
Yan Xiu entered the tent and took out a divine jade tile, then fused a thread of divine power into it. Soon, ripples appeared on the surface of the divine tile.
After a long while, Jiao Xiu's voice came from the jade tile, "Yan Xiu, what's the matter!"
When he said that, the voices of the other three patriarchs also came through the divine jade tile, and Yan Xiu heard that they were in the middle of discussing the matter of the fifteen gods.
