There should have been a "but" coming, yet Yan Qingsui understood. "Ah, I get it. You mean the thing's destroyed now, so you can't track it. But if you run into something similar again, you'll be able to track it, right?"
Pei Ling's expression grew complicated. For once, Yan Qingsui had left him with nothing to say—the man had said it all for him. Since when could even Yan Qingsui guess what he was thinking?
Qiao Ranran couldn't help laughing at Pei Ling's stunned expression. "Little Yan is right." Pei Ling probably hadn't expected Yan Qingsui to understand him well enough to make such an accurate guess. "So we'll leave the next part to you, Little Yan."
Yan Qingsui: So there's no getting out of the dirty work after all.
The God-Demon Battlefield Ruins did not remain open for long this time. Most cultivators who appeared nearby were at the Nascent Soul Stage, with only a few at lower stages, such as Golden Core Stage cultivators like Tao Doudou or Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators who had come to broaden their horizons. There were also Deity Transformation Stage cultivators like Pei Ling who had come along with someone else. As a result, fights between cultivators were everywhere.
But Pei Ling had long since refined the Divine Soul fragments of the two most important Dao Comprehenders in the Ruins. The remaining Remnant Souls held little appeal for him, so he and Qiao Ranran accompanied Yan Qingsui and Tao Doudou as they wandered around. There were still plenty of treasures to be found.
Yan Qingsui and Tao Doudou made a fortune. As they put it, once they got back, they would enter Seclusion; their Life-Bound Swords could probably be upgraded again. Sword Cultivators were that easy to satisfy.
Pei Ling was in a