Chen An looked at the two corpses on the ground. His heart did not waver, and his expression was calm.
It was partly because of the adrenaline rush, and also because this was not the first time he had killed an enemy.
"An expert at the ninth level of Qi Refining should have a lot of belongings on him."
As he thought about this, Chen An ignored the blood on the ground and calmly searched the corpse.
After touching it for a moment, his gains were as follows.
4 medium-grade spirit stones.
56 low-grade spirit stones.
1 longsword.
1 dagger.
3 portions of aphrodisiac.
There were several other small items that looked like it's worth some money.
He had gained a lot. Deacon Tang was indeed worthy of his status in the Bamboo Leaf Gang.
Just the spirit stones he carried with him were almost comparable to all of Chen An's assets.
"This bastard died too late."
