In the blink of an eye, a year passed by swiftly.
Wanyue Mountain, the headquarters of the Hundred Bamboo Sect.
This sacred place in the eyes of the cultivators of Wind Country was currently shrouded in a layer of gloom.
The treasury of the Hundred Bamboo Sect was located deep within the mountain, usually quiet and solemn.
However, today, the atmosphere inside the treasury was tense and oppressive, with seven or eight cultivators of the Hundred Bamboo Sect staring grimly at an empty tray.
"How could the near Fourth Rank Soul Nourishing Wood possibly get stolen?"
Mo Li's eyes were cold as frost, like two sharp blades, staring straight at a burly middle-aged man, and he asked harshly.
His voice echoed in the treasury, carrying a trace of disbelief and anger.
"Disc... disciple truly does not know!"
The burly middle-aged man's face was as pale as paper, his body involuntarily trembling as he answered, "It was fine yesterday, today when I came to see, it had disappeared!"
