The mountain wind howled.
Chen Changming swept his gaze over the cloud of blood mist in midair and raised a hand in a grasping motion.
"Whoosh—!"
A streak of light flew out of the blood mist and landed in his palm, turning into a Storage Ring.
It was the black-robed old man's Storage Ring.
"This man's cultivation wasn't particularly high. If I keep using the Lesser Soul-Erasing Art, I should be able to wash away the spiritual imprint on it..."
Chen Changming thought to himself.
What he valued most within the ring was the Purifying Bottle.
With this item, he would no longer have to painstakingly gather Rootless Water again and again. He could store a large amount at once, making alchemy much more convenient in the future.
His gaze shifted, and Chen Changming looked toward a certain spot before raising his hand again to retrieve two more Storage Rings.
These two Storage Rings belonged to the fallen Void Refinement Realm sword cultivator.
Without even looking at them, Chen Changming put them away first.
Those two had been stronger, and he currently lacked the ability to open their Storage Rings.
After finishing all this, Chen Changming stood with his hands behind his back, a slight frown creasing his brow.
He did not know which faction the black-robed elder belonged to, but one thing was beyond doubt—
The man served the Pill Pavilion.
Now that the red-robed elder had escaped, he would certainly report to the Pill Pavilion. Before long, the Pill Pavilion would send powerful cultivators to investigate him.
"I need to leave as soon as possible."
With a thought from Chen Changming, his bones crackled softly. His body abruptly grew several inches taller, while his originally handsome features changed as well—his brow ridge protruded, his jaw squared off, and