THUD.
Xie Luohe knelt on the ground in despair, motionless as a stone statue.
She knelt for a long time.
Admittedly, Zheng Xiu's anticipation for Nie Gong's Treasure Vault didn't match Xie Luohe's.
But he had been hopeful, nonetheless.
He had thought the key to escaping the Cannibal Painting was within reach. He had even endured a Severe Hemorrhage to unleash a powerful technique.
But after fighting off the Divine Martial Army and entering the vault, he was met with this crushing discovery.
The treasure vault was empty.
Empty.
Everyone's chase, this whole treasure hunt, had all been for naught.
Zheng Xiu silently stepped past the motionless, kneeling form of Xie Luohe to investigate the chamber.
Empty chests were piled haphazardly on the floor.
There were drag marks on the floor.
A layer of dust covered the marks.
By the light of the Everlasting Lamp, Zheng Xiu noticed round indentations dotting the walls, as if something once inlaid there had been pried out.
