This made them very confused. Could it be that Su Yu’s conjecture was wrong and they had misunderstood Jiang Feiyun?
Su Yu looked thoughtful and suddenly said, “Mingguang, immediately re-check your storage space.”
Mingguang’s heart skipped a beat and immediately re-checked.
However, there was nothing unusual. The statue was neither missing nor damaged.
At that moment.
Suddenly, a leader of a small tribe who had been inspected suddenly screamed, “Oh no, my statue of Faith has been stolen!”
This scream immediately attracted the attention of most of the small tribes.
The saint servants who had not gone far also turned their heads.
Jiang Feiyun’s expression was calm as he shouted, “How dare you! The Sacred Mountain is a sacred place. How can there be theft?”
That small tribe was an unknown new small tribe. It was the first time the leader worshiped a religion, but it was lost. He panicked and said, “Reporting to the holy servant, I would never dare to lie. Everything is true!”
