Meanwhile, in Zhao Geng Nian's Residence, he was seated in the main hall, waiting for the senior disciples to return.
But it had been so long before any of them came back from the arena.
"What is taking them so long?" He frowned and asked.
One of the senior disciples in the main hall stepped forward and said, "I've sent some of them over to the arena to check."
Footsteps could be heard approaching the main hall after he was done.
"There they are…" The senior disciple pointed at the Qing Feng Sect disciples standing at the entrance and said.
"Did you find them?" The senior disciple went over to them and asked.
Those who had just come back shook their heads and said, "There are no traces of them anywhere in the arena.
"It's like they had just disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Zhao Geng Nian stroked his beard and mumbled to himself.
It was getting much more tricky than he had thought.
Whoever it was behind it might be much more powerful than he was.
