The imagined scene of the Treasure Vault overflowing with dazzling rare treasures didn't appear.
Led by the Little Cyan Snake.
Jiang Feng saw that inside the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall's Treasure Vault, there were three rows of bookshelves, baskets of Spirit Rice in the corner near the wall, and over two thousand Spirit Stones piled up.
And a few Magical Artifacts, covered in the dust of ages.
Without the Spirit Rice and Spirit Stones, this vault would look downright shabby.
"Your Cyan Snake clan comes in here all the time, and the people from the Martial Arts Hall never notice?"
Jiang Feng asked suspiciously.
"They can't. The Treasure Vault belongs to the Emperor of the Great Tang, and besides the Hall Master, almost no one can get in."
The Little Cyan Snake explained.
"So where exactly is the Hall Master?"
Jiang Feng asked again.
"No idea, I really don't know where he is."
The Little Cyan Snake shook its head.
"After you snuck in, did you take anything out?"
