The barren mountains lay in ruins.
Three bodies lay on the ground, all motionless.
One could no longer even be called a body. It was pitch-black, with only the outline of a human figure discernible.
After a while, two little heads peeked out from a distant hillside.
"Brother, they look dead. None of them are moving."
A young girl's slightly childish voice rang out.
"Don't rush. Let's watch a little longer."
The boy seemed calm and seasoned, but the excitement in his voice betrayed his feelings.
Time ticked by, and finally, neither could hold back any longer. The boy said, "Wait here. I'll go take a look first. If anything goes wrong, run immediately."
"No! If we're going, we're going together. Besides, there are three people over there. They must have plenty of treasures. Can you carry everything by yourself?"
The girl immediately rejected his suggestion.
The boy hesitated, then glanced again at the three motionless bodies, including Chen Lin's, and nodded.
Then the brother and sister crept toward the center of the battlefield.
"Ah! This person's been burned to a crisp. What a powerful spell! Could he have been a Golden Core True Person?"
They passed Ancestor Lingtian's body first, and the girl immediately cried out in surprise.
"Shh! Keep your voice down. Don't draw anyone else here. Hurry up and take the things so we can leave. A Golden Core True Person couldn't cause this much destruction. He must have been a Nascent Soul True Lord!"
The boy offered his seasoned assessment, then snatched the Storage Bag from the scorched body. Next, he found an earth-yellow bead, and finally, with his breathing growing heavy, picked up a cyan flying sword lying nearby.
Meanwhile, the little girl came to Chen Lin's side.
Imitating her brother, she tried to take