At this moment, Wen Yan's phone rang. He glanced at it—it was Gauss.
"I sense traces of holy light on them. They must've just been in a fight. Should I erase the holy light aura from them?"
"Is there a problem?"
"The lingering power… There's a slight chance it could be tracked. Odds aren't high, but still."
"Alright, just wipe it then."
As Wen Yan finished, a faint residue of holy light power on Mole Cricket, Old Meng, and Little Bat, as well as the remaining items, lifted off on their own. It gathered into a glowing orb and floated toward the villa district.
Gauss stretched out his hand, caught the orb, felt the power inside, and gulped it down in one go.
Feeling the violent reaction in his gut, he let out a long breath. This really was the most thorough way to handle it. Besides, a little nostalgia—feeling the pain in his body—never hurt.
"You wanna question that Little Bat? I don't think he knows any magic languages."
"Do you?"
