After the battle ended, the demon hunters cleared the battlefield.
The wounded demon hunters received treatment.
The Qian Family cultivators had their Storage Bags and spiritual weapons stripped from them, then were thrown outside. Whether they lived or died depended on whether the Qian Family was willing to come save them.
In addition, all seized spoils had to be handed over and sorted together, then distributed according to merit and the cultivators' needs.
Inside the mine, Elder Yu found a large rock and sat upright upon it.
The demon hunters came forward one after another, handing the captured Storage Bags to Elder Yu.
Mo Hua walked up to Elder Yu with his arms stuffed full of Storage Bags, preparing to hand them in.
Elder Yu was startled. "What are you doing?"
"Handing them in."
Elder Yu glared at him slightly. "What's a child like you joining in the bustle for? Keep them and play with them yourself."
"Oh." Mo Hua sat off to the side.
After a while, Elder Yu still could not hold back and asked curiously, "Where did all these Storage Bags of yours come from?"
Mo Hua said, somewhat embarrassed, "I picked them up at the foot of the mountain."
"Picked them up?"
"Mm." Mo Hua explained, "The Qian Family cultivators who escaped—if any of them were alone, I dealt with them, then took their Storage Bags."
Elder Yu stared wide-eyed, thinking, What are you even saying?
Even if a Qian Family cultivator was alone, they were still proper late-stage Qi Refining cultivators. You're a child barely in your teens—how did you deal with them?
And he said it so lightly, as if it were like eating candied hawthorns...
Elder Yu's brow furrowed, and then he asked, "You learned spells?"
"Mm, I learned the Fireball Technique."
"Oh."