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Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
However, just after they had taken the valuable items from the bodies of the devilry cultivators, before they could hand them over to their Martial Uncle, the young man in azure robes had already come to them with his slender palms spread out in front of them.
"What, what?" The two of them were startled and didn't respond for a while.
"Hand them to me, those are my spoils."
Feng Jiu said matter-of-factly, and pointed to the belongings in their hands. Although she wasn't lacking anything, she felt that if she had earned them, she would never complain that she had too much.
"Ah?" The two of them were stunned.
"What? Could it be that you want to take it for yourself?" Her eyes narrowed, but there was a smile on her face. Though her smile seemed dangerous to them.
"Of course not, of course not." The two disciples said hurriedly and presented all the items that they had taken from the devilry cultivator to her.