The sky was barely light, the dawn pierced through the clouds.
"Hmm..."
Xuan Huozi opened his eyes, his head splitting with pain, as the world spun around him.
"What happened last night?"
He tried hard to recall, but his mind was a blank.
Last night... it seemed like something "unclean" came, met him with a punch, leaving him no chance to resist, and even before he could utilize his Treasure, he was knocked down directly.
A few breaths later.
"Ahh!!"
A low, angry roar echoed across the entire mountain peak.
Xuan Huozi incredulously felt around.
The Storage Bag hanging from his waist was nowhere to be found, all his Primordial Stones, Treasures, talismans, and Elixirs... all gone!
He had been robbed!
An hour later.
On Xuan Huozi's mountain peak, Phoenix Fire swirled, and several Disciples gathered.
Everyone had expressions full of shame, anger.
"Just one night..."
"All of you got robbed?"
