Fang Yuan snapped the book shut, and then with a flick of his fingers, he began sweeping the wings into his spatial ring.
Regarding the live sacrifice… he was gonna find a material as a replacement which could be considered later, for now, he was just gonna take what needs to be taken.
In less than two minutes, the vast treasury stood bare as not even a feather was left to float the air.
Fang Yuan cast one last glance across the treasury as he made sure there was not a trace of what once had been a vault of generations.
A faint curl of satisfaction tugged at his lips.
"Well," he murmured, hands clasped behind his back, "that's that."
With a quiet smile, he turned on his heel and strode out of the hall, leaving behind only silence where the Feng Clan's wealth had once stood proud.
He moved at an unhurried pace, hands folded behind his back, each step carrying him towards the library while he lost himself in his own mind.
