Inside the cave behind the waterfall, the roar of rushing water filled the air, yet it could not drown out the tranquility of this small space.
Dark and damp as it was, it had become a temporary refuge for the two of them.
Only after confirming that the beastly roars outside had gradually faded into the distance did Han Yuchen let out a long breath.
Without a care for appearances, he leaned against the wet rock wall.
"We finally shook off those clingy pests."
Leng Yuebai sat nearby, wiping the blood from her face.
It was not her blood, but blood that had splashed onto her during the earlier melee.
Han Yuchen sank his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness and began taking stock of this expedition's "spoils."
First was that Soul Fragment.
It had completely fused into the illustrated manual, becoming a star that lit up the Star Map.
A warm current flowed through his limbs and bones.
Though his displayed level was still suppressed to the twenties, he could feel that his physique had risen to another level.
Now, he could probably contend with an ordinary Assault System Soul Ancestor using physical strength alone.
Next, he checked the storage pouches he had swiped from those unlucky men in black.
"Broke bastards."
Han Yuchen curled his lip.
Aside from several thousand Gold Soul Coins and some ordinary poison, there was nothing valuable.
The only surprise was a token dropped by that Soul Douluo.
A blurry pattern was engraved on it. It looked like a bird, but also like a sword.
"A Spirit Hall elder token... though it's the lowest grade."
Han Yuchen sneered inwardly and casually tossed the token into a corner of his Dimensional Space.
It was a hot potato for now, but it might come in handy