Obtaining "spirit path" in joy (1)

Qing Yun was still dead. His sword was still in the air. Then, he turned into a white light and disappeared, leaving an interspatial bag on the ground. This was the fate of cultivators. If you couldn't be the winner, you would disappear from this world. Everything you had would eventually become someone else's.

Zhao Hai didn't stand on ceremony. He kept it in the space and returned to his room. He poured himself a glass of wine and finished it in one gulp. Then, he let out a long breath and lay on the recliner. He closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

He didn't look at what was in the interspatial bag that Qing Yun left behind, nor did he look at the reward he got this time. He just lay there for a long time without moving.

After a while, Laura's voice sounded in Zhao Hai's mind, " "Big brother hai, big brother hai, what's wrong?"