They arrived very quickly. Lin Xuan slowed his escape light, and saw, not far away, a pile of broken stones. The traces of the battle just now were clear as day.
Lin Xuan's gaze fell on that unremarkable heap of rubble.
Then he raised his right hand, and a streak of Azure Glow flew out from his sleeve. In an instant, a gale howled up, and the stones were lifted by the violent wind, revealing three Storage Bags.
They were precisely the personal belongings of the three cultivators from the Misty Immortal Palace. The cultivation of these three was no small matter; all of them were late-stage Spirit Division existences. Especially that old man with the Daoist title Lingxu True Person—he was an existence like the master of a sect. As for how wealthy he was, there was no need to spell it out. Even if the treasures they carried on them at this moment were not many, adding together what the three possessed, Lin Xuan had absolutely made a small fortune.
Wastefulness was not Lin Xuan's style, so naturally, he would not toss the three men's Storage Bags aside. Instead, he put them away into his robes with a face full of smiles.
His luck today was truly rather good. Lin Xuan casually released his divine sense and swept it through the three Storage Bags. As for carefully counting the treasures inside, that would of course have to wait until he had time after going back. At this moment, Lin Xuan was only casually sweeping them with his divine sense.
Originally, this action could not have been more normal, and Lin Xuan had not thought he would discover anything amiss at this time. Yet matters had their chance coincidences; his attention was suddenly drawn by something.
"This is..."
Lin