The Loot That Was Not Taken

Less than fifteen minutes after Happy left the square-shaped hall, the people from four sects arrived at a calm pace. 

Before they entered the hall, they saw seven Knife-throwing Ninjas' corpses strewn over the ground. They also saw the chaotic but closely packed corpses in the small hall to the left. There were about a dozen of them, and the group instantly went on guard. 

"Look over there!"

When someone gave a reminder to the group, Wudang Sect's Ouyang Qing, Shaolin Temple's thirteen staff-using monks, Emei Sect's Yue Hua, and Beautiful Robes Faction's Phoenix Dances, who walked in the front, put on wary expressions and looked toward the small hall to the side. A group of ninjas stood guarding that place while staring at them with hostility. 

'Strange!'

The hall's strange atmosphere caused the group to not dare to be negligent. They carefully sized up the area, and Ouyang Qing gasped in amazement. "That brother is really good!"

"True."