Chen Wanjun walked over to Song Shu's corpse and squatted down, his gaze landing on the body's waist.
He reached into Song Shu's robes, felt around for a moment, and pulled out a thumb-sized bead.
The bead was grayish-white and unremarkable, yet it faintly exuded a strange aura.
"Spirit-Hiding Bead."
Chen Wanjun muttered to himself. He twirled the bead between his fingertips, and after confirming it was genuine, tucked it into his robes.
He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the pair of short spears in Song Shu's hands that glinted with blue light. He then glanced at the pitch-black longsword that had fallen beside Zhou Yuan, and finally at the black Soft Armor they both wore.
He showed no interest, clearly looking down on such items.
Meanwhile, Fang Han was searching Tu Hong's corpse.
Tu Hong's Thick-Backed Ghost Head Saber was stuck diagonally in the dirt, its blade still stained with unwiped blood.
