"Yuanshi, collect their bodies." Fu Qingyang swept his gaze over the corpses of the evil sovereigns—some charred black, others decapitated.
Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and stored the bodies away.
Half an hour quickly passed.
Gao Feng lifted Coward's Quilt and returned the tattered, patch-covered quilt to his Inventory.
Fu Qingyang looked into the distant sky and said with slight disappointment:
"Neither the Nihility Sect nor the Spirit Energy Society sent anyone to reinforce them. Then let's disperse."
Sweet Dew Elder rose and brushed the dust from her clothes. She wore combat gear suited for movement beneath a sports jacket; with her round hips, slender waist, long legs, and full chest, she was like a perfectly ripe peach.
Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang, she smiled gratefully. "I can never repay the debt of saving my life!"
Can never repay it? Tsk, tsk. If it were the Demon Lord, he'd ask you to offer yourself to him. Zhang Yuanqing made the lewd remark inwardly, but merely nodded coolly.
"Elder Gao Feng, how have Flower Speech and Xia Shu been lately?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
"They're both alive." Gao Feng understood what he wanted to know.
That was good! Zhang Yuanqing had originally wanted to ask him to look after them, especially Xia Shu, one of the few friends he had made among the officials.
But on second thought, the world was growing ever more chaotic, and everyone lived without knowing if they would survive another day. Other official members could die for order—why couldn't Flower Speech and Xia Shu?
Yuanshi Tianzun could as well.
After Fu Qingyang collected the bodies of the four evil-faction sovereigns, everyone parted ways in the compound. Zhang Yuanqing summoned the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and shot into the sky.
Fu Qingyang carried the