"What!" With a cry of exclamation, Mao Yanpeng sprang up from the rush mat like a spring, rising straight to his feet. His face was a picture of utter disbelief as he shrieked, "How is this possible?"
Chen Xiaofei strolled unhurriedly toward the base of the sacrificial altar, planted his feet firmly, and looked up at Mao Yanpeng. In a deep voice, he demanded, "I made myself perfectly clear just now. There are plenty of things in this world beyond your imagination. That fellow named Wei Long is one of your men, isn't he? Where is he right now? And where have you hidden the things brought out from the tomb? What on earth are you people up to?"
In truth, Chen Xiaofei was not deliberately stalling or dragging his feet to buy time for the man on the altar; rather, his mind was racing with frantic thoughts about the potential consequences of recklessly smashing the altar to pieces.
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