Among the so-called prodigies present, not a single one could compare to Ye Qing in terms of bloodline.
Not long after, Ye Qing and his two companions arrived in a desolate mountain range. They had finally shaken off the pursuers tailing them. In the process, Ye Qing had single-handedly slaughtered over thirty martial artists of the Yuan Condensation Realm. Unfortunately, Ye Qing had been too busy running to find time to scavenge the storage bags from their corpses—a considerable loss, all things considered.
"It's a real shame about the treasures they were carrying! They had managed to obtain quite a few of those light orbs from the ancient hall," Zhou Taihua remarked suddenly, even before Ye Qing could speak. His thoughts echoed Ye Qing’s own—what a waste of treasure!
Chapter 28