Chen Hong led the soul masters back to the main battlefield at Clear Grass Stream. "Meng Lin, Qiu Jun, keep watch over the Blackwind Wolf Pack and the surrounding area. Xi Yuan, lead everyone in cleaning up the battlefield."
"Sure, Old Hong!" ×2
"Yes, Father!"
With that, Chen Menglin and Chen Qiujun flew into the air on their swords to patrol the entire battlefield, while Chen Xiyuan began directing the cleanup.
"I've never killed so many Gale Wolves in my life. That fight was downright satisfying," Ma Zhibin said heartily from the side.
"All you ever want to do is fight. Uncle Tianyang dumped you in the legion because he saw you loafing around everywhere, didn't he?" Xue Tianming adjusted his glasses and shook out his sleeves.
Ma Zhibin chuckled. "Who said that? That old fossil at home sent me to Soul Fighting City because he couldn't compete with this handsome face of mine and was afraid of feeling inferior."
Xue Tianming gave him his customary sidelong look, and Ma Zhibin glared back.
"Enough nonsense, you two," Zhong Kui interrupted their bickering. "Come help clean up."
"Uncle Zhiqiang, Ning Ze, Tianming, Zhibin, is there anything you've taken a fancy to or need?" Chen Xiyuan turned to ask them. If there was wealth to be made, everyone should share in it. As for Zhong Kui, she simply ignored his opinion.
A faint smile appeared on Yang Zhiqiang's resolute face. "Give me some wolf fangs. They're quite suitable for making arrows for our family."
"You can have all the wolf fangs." Chen Xiyuan waved her hand generously.
"Now that's wonderful." Yang Zhiqiang's face lit up.
"What about the rest of you?" Chen Xiyuan continued.
Xue Tianming and Ma Zhibin shook their heads.
Ning Ze said gently, "Big Sister Xi Yuan, I don't