Standing over the corpse of a foundation establishment cultivator, Hong Jun looked to the east, and restrained his urge to chase after the group that managed to escape.
"Let's not bother with you anymore." He stomped on the corpse below him forcefully before collecting the bag hanging at the waist of dead Qi refiners before him.
He had six such fist sized storage bags hanging on his waist. He had gotten all of them from foundation establishment cultivators.
He was already sure that the fact someone escaped might bring trouble in the future. He just couldn't care much about this at the moment.
Walking back, he discovered that old Gu Tian was holding onto a blue sword.
Clearly the material used to forge this sword was not bad and gave off a old blue lusture even at the edges.
