The warship sailed through the deep, boundless space, with several monster corpses thrown into the space, floating.
After Xu Mo and others threw the monster corpses, they returned to the warship's hall. Taros squinted his eyes and smiled at Xu Mo, "Why throw them away again?"
Not long ago, Xu Mo and the others dragged the monster corpses, saying they were going to dispose of them.
"We forgot that space travel takes a lot of time, and they decompose easily, so we kept a bit of the monster's material, the hard parts. The rest was useless, so we tossed them." Xu Mo replied, "What a pity."
"I see." Palace Master Taros smiled slyly at Xu Mo; why would they need to hide when dealing with monster corpses?
Xu Mo noticed Taros's gaze and always felt that the Palace Master was a cunning old fox, and his powerful abilities might have revealed something.
