Twelve beasts of calamity (1)

Yang Qing flicked his luminescent charcoal stick a few times as countless thoughts and ideas flooded his mind.

"If one of them has something to do with the Purgatory black tiger cult, what would they gain from coming here?.." muttered Yang Qing with his gaze trained on the royal capital of the Deer Mountain Kingdom.

"I don't think there would be anything of value for them here. The Wang patriarch had already purged every trace of the cult in the White Mulberry Kingdom both before and after the battle ended. 

I doubt there would be anything to find not unless the patriarch looted something from the corpse of the cult leader and kept it with him, but considering the heights he reached and the two statues, would anything the cult leader had even appeal to him not unless...." 

Yang Qing paused as he narrowed his focus on the two statues.