"Keeping you alive is truly a catastrophe," Qin Shu muttered as he sheathed the Red Flame Saber.
The impact from his fist would leave distinctive marks, making it easy to trace the aura back to him. However, if the saber didn't contain spiritual energy, tracking it would be much more challenging.
"I'll take your belongings as an apology," Qin Shu crouched down and retrieved Wang He's storage bag, proceeding to open it. Inside, alongside a talisman, was a small black box.
"It's a shame I never learned that disguise technique. It would have been useful for framing someone else."
Qin Shu took the two items and swiftly departed the scene. With his departure from the Blackheaven Sect scheduled for the day after tomorrow, Wang Ho would find it far more challenging to pursue him.
