The more the young man in white robes thought, the more he felt his speculation was correct.
Or rather, he was willing to believe his speculation.
Thinking of this, the young man in white robes immediately revealed a cold expression in his eyes.
"Little thief, don't let me find you, or I will grind your bones to dust, extract your divine soul, use it as a lamp wick, and burn it with poison fire for over a hundred years, making you unable to live or die!"
His murderous intent was so fierce that it made the surrounding air condense with a layer of ice.
In the next moment, the young man in white robes once again turned into a stream of light, flying towards the entrance of the secret realm.
He had to find that little thief as fast as possible.
Otherwise, if that little thief wasted the treasure, it would be troublesome.
