"What did you say?"
The old man with white hair's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Spare us, Old Ancestor!" The man, like a bird startled by a mere bowstring, dropped to his knees with a thud, causing a domino effect as the people in the hall dropped to their knees again.
"A bunch of useless fools."
The old man with white hair was instantly furious.
It's often said that each generation of the Qin Family is worse than the last; he didn't want to believe it. But seeing the current situation, he couldn't help but believe it. Not a single person dared to look him in the eye and speak normally.
"You lost contact one or two days ago, and you didn't continue to try? No one was sent to search? Such important news, and I only know it now?"
"We tried," the man quickly said. "These days, we have been having people call the Patriarch and others twenty-four hours, non-stop, and we also sent people everywhere to inquire about their whereabouts."
"And the result?"
