After confirming that Lu Changming had no other belongings on him, Yang Yuanhong called for the Blood Flood Dragon to devour him as well.
With this possession phenomenon around, it spared him quite a bit of tedious cleanup.
After Yang Yuanhong left, only gusts of yellow sand stirred up by the wind remained in the area, with nothing else left behind.
Even the traces of the two men's battle were slowly buried beneath layers of yellow sand.
By the time he returned to the Yang Family's new residence, it was already the following morning.
Yang Yuanhong handed all the items looted from the five bandit dens, along with Lu Changming's storage pouch, over to Yang Lingqing.
He then recounted the specific course of his battle with Lu Changming, adding his post-battle review at each key point.
"Yuanhong's actions this time were riddled with mistakes. Aunt, feel free to punish me."
He had thought that Yang Lingqing would be furious upon hearing of his performance, but when he raised his eyes, he found no anger on her face.
Yang Lingqing's calm expression made it seem as though she had expected this all along.
Rather than scolding Yang Yuanhong, she beckoned him over.
Yang Lingqing raised a hand and gently said as she straightened Yang Yuanhong's somewhat rumpled collar, "You've already analyzed every right, wrong, and flaw so thoroughly. Why would I still punish you?"
"Punishment is meant for those who do not know their mistakes, refuse to admit them, and refuse to correct them—like your little uncle, when he fancied himself clever and played dumb back then."
"Yuanhong, our family is already vastly different from what it was more than ten years ago. Aunt isn't afraid of you making mistakes. What I fear is that you make mistakes without realizing them;