With Zhou Guibo lying in ambush outside the mountain, the other four members of the Primordial Yang Sect gathered together again. All four had blood on their clothes and a little dust clinging to them.
Dressed in white, Liu Yu looked as calm as still water. Four Storage Bags hung at his waist, faint traces of blood still on them. He seemed well on his way to becoming an "Eight-Bag Elder" of a certain gang.
Wu Chang, Xie Huaxiong, and Sun Ju stood in a row before him. They were outstanding members of the Primordial Yang Sect's ten thousand cultivators. Their Magical Artifacts were far superior to those of cultivators from such a small lineage, as were their cultivation methods, spells, and other capabilities, so none had suffered any injuries.
They stood silently, gazing at Liu Yu with eager anticipation, wanting to speak but holding back.
The battle was over. Naturally, it was time to divide the spoils and enjoy the fruits of victory.
Although the Feng Household was only a small cultivating lineage in the Qi Refining Period, the resources and spirit stones of an entire lineage amounted to a considerable sum even when divided among them. Each would receive a substantial share of spirit stones.
Was this not precisely why they had risked their lives running around with Liu Yu?
Yet now even Sun Ju, who usually had a bit of a temper, remained silent. This was the change brought about by Liu Yu revealing a portion of his strength.
Liu Yu's expression betrayed neither joy nor anger, but he could sense the subtle change in their attitudes.
Of course he knew what they were thinking. Just as Wu Chang and the others began to grow restless, he said:
"Don't be impatient, junior brothers and sister. Once the