As Xu Yunfan sorted and put away his spoils of war, he suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
If he had obtained these treasures through normal means, it probably would have taken ten years of bitter effort.
He hefted the cloth bag containing the Blood Marrow Crystals, his gaze sweeping over the few lingering wisps of aura in the distance. He suddenly thought that it wouldn't be so bad if a few more "Treasure Delivery Boys" like Li Baichuan came along.
'A peaceful life doesn't seem so great after all,' he mused. 'It's too austere. Without fortuitous encounters, progress in Cultivation grinds to a halt.'
'What a pity…'
Xu Yunfan sighed internally. After this battle, the other Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters in the Primordial Sect would definitely not stick their necks out so easily. No one wanted to be the bird that sticks its head out, only to be shot down. If they couldn't crush him in one fell swoop, they certainly wouldn't test him again.
