The Wandering Holy Son lost the will to fight and was easily subdued, becoming a member of the Saint Heirs' sparring group.
After completing all this, Ye Qiu's gaze again fell on the Hongyuan Holy Son nearby, and a smile appeared on his face once more.
The Hongyuan Holy Son felt uncomfortable under Ye Qiu's gaze. The Wandering Holy Son was thrown into the Sumeru bag by Ye Qiu; he felt that Ye Qiu seemed likely to treat him the same way.
"Native brother, we have no grievances, you don't have to subdue me as well," said the Hongyuan Holy Son.
"You're a Holy Son, right?" Ye Qiu asked.
The Hongyuan Holy Son nodded.
"Then it's settled, it's the Holy Sons we're collecting," Ye Qiu said, rubbing his hands, ready to act. The Hongyuan Holy Son hesitated whether to use his last strength to resist Ye Qiu. Suddenly, Ye Qiu stopped his movements.
