The smoke of battle over Fulong Ridge cleared faster than expected. Ye Fan squatted beside a charred, broken wall, his fingertips brushing the lingering warmth on the ground—a Blue Stone Slab burned straight through by Chǔ Hóngzhuāng's Bone-Corroding Gu.
In the distance came the crisp sound of Lin Zhaoyue sheathing her sword. Su Qingxue was using a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains off her short blade, while Elder Chén tossed over Zhao Wuji's storage pouch, the mouth of the bag still stained with half a bloody strip of fabric.
"This old bastard hid three bottles of Qi-Transforming Pills." Elder Chén stroked his grey beard, his gaze sweeping over the Jiuxiao Huanpei at Ye Fan's waist. "Young friend, what are your plans next?"
Chapter 121