Since the mission to purge the Qianyu Sect had, by now, nothing more to do with the three of them, Ping Tu was unwilling to waste any more energy on it. As his divine sense rapidly spread out, he was already searching for a suitable place to land.
"Martial Uncle is right. Such an important matter—we finally have time for it today!"
The folding fan appeared in Pei Buchong's hand again. Today, he had transformed himself into the appearance of a scholar, and as he spoke, he lightly tapped one end of the fan against his palm. At the same time, he let out a soft laugh, elegant and dashing.
Li Yan's eyes immediately lit up as well. On the surface, this was merely the wealth of a second-rate sect, but including the Qianyu Sect itself, the marketplace, and the shops in the cultivation city, they had not let a single one go. If the Qianyu Sect had not been keeping a low profile, it would have had no problem becoming a first-rate sect. Su Nanzi had all along been secretly gathering a vast quantity of resources for the Yin-Yang Chaos Sect.
But in truth, their harvest went far beyond that. There were also all the riches of three third-rate sects here, as well as a hidden force. When Li Yan and the others collected them, though they had not carefully investigated them at the time, they had already taken a rough look.
Even then, it had already left the three of them gasping in astonishment. With Li Yan's extremely high standards, even he felt incomparably shaken. He had never plundered such a massive amount of cultivation resources before.
All these days, the three of them had been worked off their feet. Now that all the purge operations had ended