"Was this... dead?"
Looking at the toad statue on the altar, its once golden sheen faded to a dull clay-like appearance, the few people in the secret chamber who had been full of anticipation were taken aback.
"How could this be?!"
A middle-aged man with a head full of golden hair was the most agitated, staring at the cracked toad statue in disbelief, he said,
"I've clearly investigated! Old Charl, aside from his incredibly accurate business acumen, is just an ordinary person. How could he possibly resist the Holy Spirit of the Scales Gold Sect? Something must have happened that we are unaware of over there!"
"You are unaware of too many things!"
Looking painfully at the shattered statue on the altar, an elderly man with a rose emblem on his chest stood up with a slap on the table and shouted angrily at the middle-aged man,
