Long Ji carefully inspected all his wounded subordinates. He asked after each person's injuries with concern and offered them comfort and encouragement.
Then he generously distributed many precious pills, which could not only accelerate the healing of wounds but also improve cultivation.
During this process, Long Ji deftly seized the opportunity to draw closer to the wounded and forge tighter bonds with them.
On the surface, at least, his concern and generosity earned everyone's gratitude and trust.
As for what they truly thought, however, only they themselves likely knew.
This fierce battle had also cost Long Ji's side dearly, with nearly twenty people wounded or killed.
Viewed from another angle, though, this had effectively weeded out the relatively weaker teammates, raising the overall strength of the group to some extent.
Compared with those losses, however, Long Ji's gains were undoubtedly enormous.
He had successfully subdued twenty-four flood dragons. They were immensely powerful, and each could easily take on multiple opponents.
They would become Long Ji's capable assistants, providing powerful support for his adventures in the Secret Realm.
Long Ji was quite satisfied with the results of this battle. After all, these flood dragons were not only formidable themselves; their countless years of accumulated wealth were also an immense fortune.
Their hoard included all manner of rare treasures, cultivation manuals, and other precious resources, all of which would now fall into Long Ji's hands.
"Master, this is everything our Flood Dragon Clan has accumulated over countless years!"
As Jiao Qing handed over a small mountain of Storage Rings with an agonized expression, Long Ji could not help marveling:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Dragons really do love collecting treasures!
Especially shiny things. Tell me, what good stuff is in here?!"
Brimming with anticipation, Long Ji took the Storage Rings and opened one