"Here, have some fun with it..."
Listening to those childish words, Murong Caiyun did not know whether to laugh or cry.
A Message Token was not something meant to be played with.
But since Mo Hua had asked for it, she did not refuse.
The things in these Storage Bags were meant for everyone to take according to their needs anyway.
A blank Message Token was of no use to her even if she kept it.
"All right."
Murong Caiyun handed the blank Message Token, made of white jade and wiped clean of all its contents, to Mo Hua.
"Thank you, Senior Sister!"
Mo Hua accepted it happily and put it away as if it were a "treasure."
Murong Caiyun laughed despite herself and shook her head slightly.
As for the remaining items, everyone divided them up simply.
Because they were only the "leftovers" after the Dao Court Office had picked through them, and they were not valuable, Murong Caiyun basically gave them to whoever asked.
Once the last spoils of battle had been "divvied up," everyone set off back to the sect.
They had been pressed for time when they came, but on the way back, their mood was much more leisurely.
Murong Caiyun hired a carriage, spacious and luxurious, with Rain Mist Incense burning inside, sable-fur blankets spread out, and seats so soft and yielding that they were very comfortable.
Mo Hua looked at the resplendent carriage and guessed that Senior Sister Murong's family must also be very rich.
He looked ahead again.
Pulling the carriage were four tall, handsome, and martial spirit horses.
These were Second-Grade spirit horses, specially raised by cultivators to pull carriages.
The four spirit horses looked awe-inspiring and majestic.
Mo Hua could not help thinking of "Little White."
Back then, when he had