Han Wan'Er had nothing to do with him, so he wasn't interested in meddling.
The latter knelt on the ground for a while, not daring to get up, glancing in the direction Shen Wang left, feeling bitter.
Is this man really less than a stranger now?
"Junior Sister Han, Master Cao has left."
Longxing Continent reminded.
Han Wan'Er got up despondently, glanced at everyone who was still vomiting, and sighed softly.
"So tired."
She muttered to herself, attacking the weasel demon's corpse with a magical artifact to vent her grievances.
The investigation for now came to an end.
After this, the recruited cultivators got to know each other a bit, though many still had the weasel odor lingering on them.
Some began making connections, while Shen Wang kept a low profile, and others did not disturb him.
Another day passed, and Shen Wang, seeing there was nothing happening, secretly left the Celestial Travel Sect, leaving his clone to handle the current situation alone.
