In the Panic of 1667 Fengtian City

“What’s going on? We can’t contact the Five Elders of our holy item forging workshop?”

“We can’t contact three elders of our life and Death Pill Workshop?”

“We can’t find more than a dozen deacons either?”

In the center of the city, the five elders were sitting in five courtyards. When they heard the news from their disciples, they all had solemn expressions on their faces.

“Clan elder, not only that, many experts of the mercenary group and some families affiliated with our two big forces have also gone missing. We can’t find them at all!”

Three middle-aged men reported to the five clan elders from the front.

“What?”

The five men immediately stood up and looked at each other.

“Gather the disciples of our life and Death Pill Workshop and holy item forging workshop immediately!”

A clan elder directly ordered the middle-aged man.

“Yes, Clan Elder!”

The two middle-aged men immediately nodded and walked out.

“Go!”