Jiang Feng ordered the Little Cyan Snake.
"They're not going to find out that easily."
The Little Cyan Snake left a line of words on the surface of the water, full of complaints, but still followed Jiang Feng's instructions, restarting the restriction array in the pool to prevent the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall and anyone else who came here from noticing anything amiss.
"Let's go."
Watching as the restriction array was restarted, Jiang Feng told the Little Cyan Snake to take him back into the tunnel.
"Boom!"
"Outrageous!"
"Who the hell was it?"
"Sneaking into the treasure vault three times now to steal Spirit Stones and Spirit Rice—do they think Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall's people are just decoration?"
"Where are they!"
"Half a chest of Spirit Rice has been eaten, all the Spirit Stones are gone."
Just after Jiang Feng and company had left, the two elderly cultivators of Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall rushed into the treasure vault.
