"How could there be so much?" Lin Xuan's expression was somewhat stunned.
Those Storage Bags had been handed to Shangguan Muyu by him. Though there were several hundred, and a third of their owners had been cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm, no matter how one looked at it, the amount of wealth before his eyes was still rather jaw-dropping. At a glance, it even looked a little like the accumulation of an entire sect.
"I am not sure either."
Shangguan Muyu's wry voice reached his ears, though within it there was an excitement that was even harder to conceal. When she had first tallied up this wealth, she too had been shocked out of her wits. But shock was shock—who would ever complain about having too many treasures?
And Lin Xuan had only been asking in passing. At this moment, he had already come around to it.
Back then, he had soul-searched the Red-Haired Elder and obtained a great deal of information. However, because the intelligence regarding the alliance between the Demon Race and the Sea Race had been too frightening, many other matters had been neglected.
Fortunately, after cultivators practiced Five Elements spells, nearly everyone possessed the divine ability of never forgetting anything they had seen. Now, with careful thought, it was not as if he could not recall it.
When attacked by the cultivators of the Sea Race's jellyfish branch, Sky Feather Sect had not been weak, but that sect had not been without the slightest power to fight back. Most had died in battle, yet a small number of elites had escaped with the Red-Haired Elder.
Though they had lost their main altar, their withdrawal had still been fairly orderly. In hopes of making a comeback, they had practically taken away the wealth their sect had