"Um."

Jiang Deng nodded. After the death of her fifth disciple, she did not feel relieved as she had imagined. Instead, she felt a little depressed.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with my fifth disciple, but...

Why?

She felt that their fate had already been written?

Collecting his messy thoughts, Jiang Deng said hello to A Tu and Jin Shanshan, and put them and the golem away again.

"Your Tuwei Knife."

Jiang Deng picked up the butcher knife that had fallen to the ground and handed it to Danqing, "It has been returned to its rightful owner."

Dan Qing couldn't help but laugh and said, "I thought that with your temper, you would collect all the equipment dropped by Fan Wuyin into your Eight Gates World."

"I'm not a sword cultivator, what do I need a sword for?"

Jiang Deng curled his lips and said unhappily, "Besides, I'm not a rag picker who wants everything."

As he spoke, Jiang Deng took away all of Fan Wuyin's storage bags, including his armor made of fine material, leaving only a set of underwear for Fan Wuyin's body.

Danqing: “…”

Even the rag pickers are not as ruthless as you, right?

Jiang Deng returned with a full load, and the discomfort in his heart immediately disappeared. He said happily, "Let's go back to the battlefield and reveal the news of Fan Wuyin's death. This war will end then."

"Um."

Danqing nodded and flew away with Jiang Deng.

As they left, the battle between Jingtian and Xiao Chen on the distant mountain finally came to an end.

laugh!

The space cracked again, and Jingtian stepped out first.