Xie Chenkun sighed, "I'm not lamenting that you didn't have a final victor between you and Dao Wuming. I know Dao Wuming isn't your match at all."
"I'm only lamenting the bet. Zhou Taiping's life-bond spiritual treasure was quite nice. It would have been great if you had gotten your hands on it earlier, or if you had kept their storage bags when you killed them, sigh..."
Xie Chenkun reminisced emotionally, his mind recalling the scene of Mu Jinyu blood refining the sky, turning Dao Wuming, Zhou Taiping, and their cohorts into flying ash without a trace left behind.
Not even a trace of their bones was left, let alone their storage bags.
Hearing Xie Chenkun's regrettable sigh, Mu Jinyu suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "Oh, so that's it, I thought you were concerned about something else, Sect Leader."
Saying this, he flipped his hand, and an ancient storage bag appeared in his palm.
Mu Jinyu casually tossed this storage bag to Xie Chenkun.
