Upon hearing Yan Chen's words, the faces of the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples changed. They looked at one another, unsure of how to respond.
"Have you all gone mute?" Yan Chen demanded coldly.
"Reporting... reporting to the Sect Master," a man stepped forward, bracing himself. "That guy vanished without a trace. We've searched every corner of the Heavenly Demon Sect several times over, but we still haven't found him."
"Useless!" Yan Chen flew into a towering rage. "Such a large group, and you can't even find one person? What use do I have for any of you?"
"Sect Master, please calm your anger! We will do our utmost to find him!" the disciples hurriedly replied, growing exceedingly cautious. Their hearts pounded in their throats.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go find him!" Yan Chen bellowed. "When you do, I will tear him to pieces!"
