Huang Tian sprang from the gurgling stream onto the bank. His blood and vital energy surged, drying him at once as the water droplets evaporated.
Whoosh, whoosh~
A long wind blew, setting his clothes snapping. He examined the dark-gold staff in his hand.
"Not bad. It'll do."
Of grandmaster-grade divine weapons, he had owned only the Crimson Dawn Bow until now. He had added a dark-gold staff to his collection.
He was not particularly fond of staff weapons, but he could use it now and then. Failing that, he could sell it for precious pills and medicines to aid his cultivation.
"Speaking of precious pills and medicines... time to collect the spoils."
He looked toward the Flying Swan Sect's headquarters, then shot into the sky like a falcon and sped toward it.
A short while later, he returned to the bluestone square.
Not a soul was in sight. No—not a living soul. Every Flying Swan Sect disciple and servant had fled.
Several bodies remained on the ground: Qian Shan, a few elders, and some stewards and disciples fiercely loyal to the sect.
Beside their bodies stood the council hall, now collapsed with a crash. Tiles lay in heaps, bluestones were shattered, and everything was coated in gray dust.
Huang Tian ignored it. With a leap, he reached a secluded courtyard.
This was where Grand Elder Ke Rujing kept his treasures. When Ke Rujing had fled into the tunnel, he had taken nothing but the dark-gold staff that never left his side.
Decisive!
Willing to let everything go!
A pity he had not escaped.
Huang Tian pushed open the door and entered the hall, then went into a side room. He pressed a corner of its thick wall with a deft application of force.
Rumble~
The wall slowly opened, shaking loose