When they looked up to thank him, Aaron Sinclair was already gone. He had clearly left the area. If not for the chest of Spirit Stones on the ground, they might have suspected they'd just been seeing things.
But this was so many Spirit Stones.
"Brothers, let's split these among ourselves."
"Boss, we followed you out here. You should take a bigger share."
"Bullshit. The Young Master gave these to all of us. We'll split them evenly."
"Thanks, Boss."
Several Demon Cultivators squatted there, counting the Spirit Stones with grins they couldn't wipe off their faces.
...
Aaron Sinclair used a Space Technique, returning to the Bloodfiend Den in the blink of an eye.
When he arrived at his mother's residence, he didn't enter the courtyard right away. Instead, he clung to the gate, peeking inside.
Just as he was about to step inside, someone appeared silently behind him and gently tapped his shoulder. "If you're here, then come in. What are you doing, skulking around out here?"
