After Gao Fang had entered, not a bit of disturbance resounded from within.
The heart of that tall, thin middle-aged scholar first relaxed, "Looks like it was completely effortless. The cultivation levels of those people were lower than expected, all having been directly drugged out."
However, doubts very quickly surfaced within his mind, "Still, if they were that weak, how could they have slain the mixed blood serpent with a single strike?"
He kept his patience, focusing on the house Yan Zhaoge's group was residing in.
However, as time passed, nothing stirred within at all as Gao Fang and the other martial practitioners of the Eagle Feather Sect did not emerge as well.
The tall, thin scholar vaguely felt that something was wrong.
There had not been any fluctuations in any bloodline power at all. Those foreigners aside, even Gao Fang and the others seemed not to have made a move.