Chen Qiu did not have to wait long.
After roughly the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the Sky Axe Sect Master and Fat Dragon flew over from the Bai Family courtyard, now reduced to ruins.
"Brother Qiu."
Fat Dragon held an ordinary burlap sack in his hand before passing it to Chen Qiu. "Most of the goods are in here. The liquid assets in the treasury came to around four hundred thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."
"There was also a huge pile of heavenly treasures and earthly materials of every kind."
"There are also many storage rings left, all inside this sack. The restrictions on those storage rings haven't been broken yet, so we don't know the specific gains inside."
"When the Bai Family Head decided to let the fish die and the net break, his final full-power strike was aimed at his own treasury, intending to destroy it entirely. The Sky Axe Sect Master acted in time and blocked that strike, preserving the Bai Family treasury."
"Oh?"
Chen Qiu raised his brows slightly, turned toward the Sky Axe Sect Master beside him, and chuckled. "You've worked hard."
"No, no." The Sky Axe Sect Master shot Fat Dragon a grateful look before lowering his voice awkwardly. "It is this junior's honor to serve Senior."
Though he was far older than Chen Qiu, he called him Senior with utter naturalness.
After all, there were only four forms of address in the cultivation world.
Senior, Fellow Daoist, Young Friend, and Ant.
Of those four, Senior was clearly the most suitable. The cultivation world had never ranked generations by age. It was merely that, most of the time, the longer one lived, the stronger one became, so the two often overlapped.
"Mm." Chen Qiu nodded, then tossed the sack of