"Don't worry, Brother Shen. I'm very experienced with this kind of thing."
Ling Zhenfeng said with a smile.
He walked towards Murong Cheng's corpse.
"Good news, Murong Cheng's Storage Pouch is intact!"
Ling Zhenfeng showed a hint of a smile.
He was the Saint Child of the Yin Sha Sect, a direct descendant of the Murong Family.
Just came down from the Daoist Demon Battlefield.
His wealth must be considerable.
"Ah! The Crescent Moon Demon Ring isn't too damaged! It's still usable!"
"It's a pity about the Nether Bone Fan!"
Ling Zhenfeng exclaimed like a child as he collected items.
Shen Xuan smiled without speaking.
Actually, he wasn't as exhausted as he seemed.
While driving the Purple Gold True Water Seal, he deliberately preserved Murong Cheng's Storage Pouch and Demon Treasure.
It's wise to be cautious.
A moment ago, Shen Xuan appeared to be spiritually exhausted, and it wasn't entirely fake.
Though it was somewhat exaggerated.
