Good items
After the old man Foo Kong’s head fell from his shoulders, the rest of them died in the same manner.
Their dying faces showed utter regret and fear. There was no anger on them at all.
It was probably because they had died with regrets and fear before the anger could even manifest itself.
Bai Chen looked at the eight corpses around him. Each head had landed beside the body. Their eyes were wide open.
He looked at them for a short while before sighing with relief. His spirit qi was almost depleted since he’d just used the eternal truth of time and the sacred sword.
It was good that there were no cultivators walking past here, otherwise his life would have been in danger.
Bai Chen spent a while absorbing the celestial qi around that area to restore his health, until part of his inner qi came back. He searched each body one by one.
His lips curved uncontrollably into a smile as he retrieved a large amount of valuables from them.