"Who is it? Who is it?"
Young master Taixu bellowed in anger, and his expression was extremely ferocious.
His blood was gone!
It wasn't just blood. There was nothing left on the mountain. It was bare.
What made him even angrier was that looking at the marks left on the mountain, it was clearly something that had happened not long ago. It was definitely done by a cultivator and not by the Fox race.
Who was it that took his blood!
He searched the entire world but found nothing. He rushed out of the world and released his divine sense. With Qing Hu mountain as the center, he searched frantically for any clues.
But still, there was nothing!
The fellow who had stolen the treasure had already fled far away.
"Could it be ... Him?"
Young master Taixu calmed down. The first thing he thought of was the man surnamed Tang.
But then, he shook his head and rejected the idea.