Guardians...
They are gone, not a single one left.
Of course, Wen Yu couldn't possibly tell Philip this embarrassing truth; he just watched as Philip's expression changed over and over, finally turning as dark as the bottom of a pot. Wen Yu chuckled inwardly but showed no sign of panic on his face.
"Where are the guardians?"
"Damn it, how should I know..."
Philip stood at the entrance of the cave, cursing uncontrollably.
He cursed the thief who stole the guardians, cursed some neglectful protectors, and especially vented a torrent of curses on his very own Demon Palace Security Bureau.
After Philip cursed for about ten minutes, he sighed.
"Forget it... they're gone, just report to Lord Demon Lord later, and recreate them."
"Recreate them?"
Upon hearing these words, Wen Yu's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Are these guardians easy for the Demon Lord to create?"
"It's not particularly difficult."
Philip answered vaguely and then led Wen Yu into the interior of the Origin Pool.
