"Why is there nothing in this great hall? Where's the Saint Emperor Sect's inheritance?"
"You can't be serious. We went through hell and back to get here, nearly losing our lives. Is this some kind of joke?"
Gazing at the empty hall, the Martial Artists' expressions darkened. They cursed under their breath, their complaints growing louder. Their journey had been fraught with peril—breaking through Arrays, killing Death Warriors, and fending off ambushes from hidden monsters. It felt as if they had endured an epic ordeal to reach this place. But where was the promised inheritance of the Saint Emperor Sect? The entire hall was empty save for some useless Stone Pillars. For a moment, the vast space filled with the sound of bitter grievances.
