Another hour passed before Chief Steward Qin stumbled out from the treasury in a daze. The events from just now began to replay in his mind. What he was most surprised by was how he managed to hold himself back from tearing this Ning Qin to pieces!

This bastard!

Clenching his jaws, just as he was about to curse out loud, Chief Steward Qin looked around to discover that Qin Yu had already vanished.

“That bast…where did Ning Qin go?”

Several surrounding subordinates were frightened. This was the first time they had seen Chief Steward Qin angered to such an extent before. They quickly reported that Ning Qin had seen an unhappy expression from him just now and decided to leave on his own initiative.

He actually ran so fast!

Chief Steward Qin rubbed his temples with some strength, feeling the veins bulging on his forehead. He took a deep breath and forcefully calmed himself, afraid that he would rupture a blood vessel from anger.

He then turned and walked away, his pace gradually quickening. He needed to report this matter to the Old Ancestor!

In the pitch black hall, a pallid Chief Steward Qin stepped into the transmission array. With a flash of light, he appeared in a dark underground temple.

He fell to his knees and said through clenched teeth. “Old Ancestor, this servant has just sent Ning Qin away!”

Within the nine flickering oil lamps, the Southshine Nation’s Old Ancestor...