Shennong Peak, on the First Layer Terrace, several figures were standing at this place.
"Damn it, let's leave as well, It's already the eighth day; that kid is probably already dead!" Xiang Jie frowned and said impatiently.
They had searched the ancient cave in the cliff wall of the First Layer Terrace for several days and found nothing. After waiting on the terrace for another three days, they still hadn't caught sight of Ling Fan.
"Yeah, it's been so long, and the thunderstorms were fierce during those two days. He probably fell down and died. It's a pity, though. Let's go back down the mountain!" Mu Ziping said with some regret.
The other two Elders also sighed, feeling it was a shame.
Murong Fei's thoughts were not on this, however, "Did that guy really die?"
Elder Mei of the Murong Family also didn't have the heart to kill for treasure, with the incident involving Murong Qin still weighing heavily on her, unable to be soothed for a long time!