Brother, You Must Accept These Spirit Stones
On the outskirts of the Hundred Hills Mountain Range.
Qian Buduo was still waiting anxiously. Though there had been no movement inside for a long time, he still did not dare enter.
"Family Head."
One expert said, "Sect Master Jun is probably not coming out. We should leave."
"Yeah."
Another said, "Several hours have already passed. If he were alive, he would have escaped long ago."
"Brother!"
Facing the Hundred Hills Mountain Range, Qian Buduo cried out in grief, "Your big brother has harmed you!"
"But! Rest assured!"
His gaze hardened as he said, "Your big brother will definitely build the finest ceremonial tombs for you and your disciples. Every holiday, I'll bring my descendants here to pay their respects!"
"Big Brother, that won't be necessary." A voice sounded beside his ear.
Qian Buduo froze, then hurriedly turned around. He saw Jun Changxiao standing before him, chewing on an apple. Startled, he staggered back again and again, his voice trembling. "Y-you... are you a man or a ghost!"
"A man."
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
Only then did Qian Buduo notice his shadow. He strode forward, grabbed Jun Changxiao by the shoulders with both hands, and said in wild delight, "Brother, you're alive!"
"I survived by luck," Jun Changxiao said.
As they spoke, Li Qingyang and the others emerged from the mountain range one after another. Though blood stained their bodies, every one of them was brimming with vigor.
The Qian Family experts were dumbfounded.
Judging from their numbers, the Eternal Sect seemed to have suffered barely any casualties. What had they been doing in there for so long?
That "barely any" was the wrong phrase.
It should have been: they hadn't suffered a single damn casualty!
"Though your little brother dealt with