Hearing Mo Zhaoli's reminder, Lin Changheng naturally nodded. "I understand."
Yet inwardly, he thought, I was the one who killed them. True Person Qi isn't pursuing the matter, nor has he gone mad after losing his disciples and started wreaking bloody havoc like the stories describe. Instead, he's taking the initiative to let it cool down and sink into the dust. That's certainly for the best.
He certainly would not be foolish enough to dredge up the past himself.
After sitting a little longer, Mo Zhaoli took her leave. She was about to enter prolonged seclusion.
According to her, the next time they met, she would already have broken through to the Foundation Establishment third layer.
Naturally, Lin Changheng wished her an "evergreen immortal path."
He even escorted her to the entrance, only turning back after watching her vanish into the distant sky.
He closed the gates and restrictions, but inwardly reviewed their conversation, checking his performance for any flaws.
It was not that he distrusted Mo Zhaoli. Rather, the dead men's master was a false core cultivator with vast divine abilities and surely formidable methods.
If Mo Zhaoli noticed anything, it would do neither Lin Changheng nor her any good.
As the saying went, endeavors succeeded through secrecy. This was precisely why.
"There shouldn't be much of a problem."
After carefully recalling everything, Lin Changheng breathed a sigh of relief, then put the matter out of his mind as though nothing had happened.
As for the spoils in those Storage Bags, Lin Changheng intended to save the elixirs for the Black-Armored Earth Turtle to eat later.
Single-use items like talismans, along with spirit materials and spirit wood, bore no identifying marks and could be used himself.
The long-saber spirit artifact would naturally have to be sold, but not now.