After leaving the cave, Wu Jinliang began piling stones over its entrance again. Everyone from the Bright Mountain Sect saw it, thought of the three mutilated men inside, and remembered the Chief's words: "Imperfect beauty."
The trouble was, this was no longer the first time. Once might have been a misunderstanding, but with it happening repeatedly, coupled with Wu Jinliang's sleazy, mysterious grin, they could only exchange speechless looks. After all, it would hardly do to jump to conclusions.
Entrusted with an important task, Zhen'er remained at the highest point, watching their surroundings vigilantly. She was a competent lookout.
Once he had sealed the cave, Wu Jinliang sat outside to stand guard, finally finding the leisure to rummage through the Heaven-and-Earth Bags belonging to Gong Shixi and his companions.
Almost every Heaven-and-Earth Bag yielded a set of Wind Scales. They now had more than the entire Bright Mountain Sect could use-even three sets per person would leave some over. Yet Wu Jinliang had not grown numb to the sight. Instead, he chuckled gleefully whenever another set appeared.
There was no helping it. Wind Scales truly were valuable items, prohibitively expensive to most cultivators.
Their flight speed rivaled that of an Earth Immortal Realm cultivator, and ordinary Earth Immortal Realm cultivators also liked using this treasure, especially for long-distance flights, since it saved magical power.
Most cultivation sects would not stock many of them, either.
As before, had the participants this time not all come from artifact-refining schools, there would never have been so many Wind Scales to see. Even so, a collection of this size was only possible because the resources of those schools had been concentrated here.
Of course, even among artifact-refining schools, not every sect could equip each person with a set.
Every set of Wind Scales he