After arranging his second disciple, Dragon Spring Old Weirdo frowned and looked at Xin Qi's corpse, conveniently located at the entrance of the ruins, indicating that she had not gotten the real treasure. At the end of the stone path was a figure lurking around, looking suspicious and creepy, a pure-blooded thief of the Imperial Sect if he ever saw one.
He was not too late!
With confidence, Dragon Spring Old Weirdo sneered, "Well, I am not heartless. We've had our little attachment for a while, and today, I shall personally collect your corpse."
It was not sentiment, but greed for Xin Qi's demon skill that made him hesitate. He had been wanting to analyze her skin after peeling it off.
He waved his hand to clear the rubble, seeing that Xin Qi's corpse was disheveled, but the patterns on her skin remained intact. His heart was overjoyed. His claw-like fingers touched her skin, ready to tear off a piece.