Jiang Zuo withdrew his fist, the silvery-white sheen slowly fading.
Elder Zhou chuckled. "Old Jiang, you've gained quite a lot lately. Even I would have had to give ground before that punch!"
"Of course. I couldn't go into seclusion for nothing, could I?"
Jiang Zuo grinned.
Elder Zhou smiled without saying anything more, then stepped forward to search Chen Xin's body.
Chen Xin's body had been shattered beyond recognition, with only his head still relatively intact. The search was soon over, yielding a Soul Bone.
It was a Soul Bone that glowed a deep blue all over, its surface etched with sharp-edged patterns.
"A Thirty Thousand Year Soul Bone."
Elder Zhou picked it up and glanced at it. "Chen Xin's Left Arm Soul Bone. Good quality."
Jiang Zuo took it, turned it over a couple of times, and casually put it into his Storage Soul Tool.
"Old Jiang, we're splitting all the spoils from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seventy-thirty with Spirit Hall. This Soul Bone Chen Xin dropped counts too," Elder Zhou reminded him.
He remembered clearly that Jiang Zuo still lacked a Left Arm Soul Bone.
"I know."
Jiang Zuo waved dismissively.
"This Soul Bone is only thirty thousand years old, and it's not a good match for me. It doesn't catch my eye."
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like we really have acquired quite a few Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones lately. In the past, nobody would have turned their nose up at a Thirty Thousand Year Soul Bone."
The two talked as they headed toward the square.
In the square, Chen Yuan and Qian Jun Douluo were chatting with smiles.
A Red-Robed Cardinal hurried up to Qian Jun Douluo and bowed to report.
"Revered One, all members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at Soul