Earth and stone, broken wooden beams—someone tossed them high into the air. Yue Qianchou displayed a spirit of hardship and diligence beyond compare, rooted amid the ruins and working feverishly. Yet no matter how one looked at it, he seemed a little possessed...
Wen Lanfeng and the others exchanged looks. Every sect was digging through the ruins for their own valuables and disciples killed in the great battle. What on earth was he digging for like a madman?
That brat had quite a few treasures! Could he have hidden them there? Nong Zhu raised his brows, stroked his chin, and pondered with a sly grin. After surveying the terrain, he vaguely recognized the place Yue Qianchou was digging as the former site of Spring Sleep Tower... The grin froze on his face. Looking at Ziyi beside him, her face full of curiosity and eagerness, Nong Zhu's expression immediately darkened beneath gathering storm clouds. He had some idea what Yue Qianchou was looking for.
Aside from him, perhaps Lu Yanqing, veiled beneath a gauze hat, was the only person present who understood. Several of them could not help hurrying over...
"Crash..." Yue Qianchou buried his head in his work. Whenever he dug up a corpse, he immediately cleared its face. If it was not the person he sought, he would toss it behind him without a second thought. ~~~~
"Have you gone mad, brat?!" Nong Zhu shouted furiously. The instant he flew over, he happened to catch a female corpse Yue Qianchou had thrown backward. He casually flung it away himself, nearly smashing a disciple from another sect.
Someone actually used a corpse to hit me! That disciple was enraged as well. He straightened up, about to curse aloud, when a fellow disciple beside him clapped a hand over his mouth