"Strange!" Xiao Hua found it odd. He blinked, pondered for a moment, then temporarily abandoned the thought of going over to investigate. Anyone who had just been killed once would become much more cautious. He understood well enough that curiosity killed the cat.
"This young master should do a good deed first!" Xiao Hua looked around, walked to the stream, and used the Prajna Heavy Sword to dig a large pit. He turned back and cleared that huge pile of white bones into it. Only after filling in the pit did he mutter, "What a pity. Not a single person's storage pouch was left behind! Could someone else have come here too? Did they... have the same luck as this young master?"
Those words laid Xiao Hua's true nature bare. Still, he had not come away entirely empty-handed. Among the bones was a token shaped like a plum blossom. It was exceedingly strange; Xiao Hua could not tell what material it was made from, and even his divine sense could not penetrate it. It was likely something a cultivator had carried close to their body. Unable to discern anything about it, Xiao Hua casually tossed it into his storage pouch. But suddenly, he shuddered, excitement appearing on his face. Of course! If all these bones' storage pouches were here, that would mean there was only one passage into this space—the dead end through which Xiao Hua had entered. Without being hacked to death by flying swords, it was impossible to enter! But if the storage pouches had all vanished, that meant living people had come in. Xiao Hua did not believe anyone could survive entering beneath those flying swords, yet refrain from taking the flying swords and Sword Pellets with them!!!
That meant that aside from the dead end above