The Barren Mountain was a scene of devastation.
Three bodies lay on the ground, none of them moving.
One could no longer even be called a body. Charred black, it retained only the outline of a human figure.
After a while, two small heads peeked out from a distant hillside.
"Brother, I think they're all dead. None of them are moving."
The voice belonged to a young girl.
"Don't rush. Let's watch a little longer."
The boy sounded steady and experienced, but the excitement in his voice betrayed him.
Time crept by. At last, the two could wait no longer. The boy said, "Stay here. I'll go take a look first. If something's wrong, run immediately."
"No. We go together. Besides, there are three people down there. They must have plenty of treasures. Can you carry them all by yourself?"
The girl rejected his plan at once.
The boy hesitated, glanced again at the motionless bodies of Chen Lin and the other two, then nodded.
The siblings crept toward the center of the battlefield.
"Oh! This one's been burned black. What a powerful spell! Could they be Golden Core True Persons?"
They passed Ancestor Lingtian's body first, and the girl cried out.
"Shh! Keep your voice down. Don't draw anyone else here. Grab what you can and let's go. A Golden Core True Person couldn't have caused this much destruction. They must be Nascent Soul True Lords!"
The boy delivered his practiced analysis, then pulled a Storage Bag from the charred body. He found an Earth-Yellow Bead next, and finally, breathing hard, picked up a Cyan Flying Sword that had fallen nearby.
Meanwhile, the little girl went over to Chen Lin.
Imitating her brother, she tried to take his Storage Bag, but no matter how long she searched, she could