An Lin continued to fly around with Xue Zhantian. A battle as intense as the one they witnessed was very likely to attract other powerful beings to the scene, so they had to leave as soon as possible.
An Lin wandered aimlessly for a few dozen kilometers before finally discovering a small mountain. With a spell technique, he then blasted a hole into the small mountain, in which he took refuge.
"Hmm… it's time to check my spoils of war," An Lin muttered with a buoyant grin.
An Lin was very thankful to the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator. After all, he had slain the crimson bird at the price of being severely wounded himself only to then leave all the spoils of war to An Lin… What a good person!
That Dark Wing Tribe cultivator really was a good person!
An Lin brought out all his recently-acquired spoils of war, which consisted of a snow maiden's storage ring, two Dragon Tribe's storage rings, and one crimson bird's spatial storage device.
