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Whoosh!
A flying sword came from afar, and dropped a storage bag mid-air, landing neatly inside a half-open Spirit Sealing Box.
Close the box.
Streams of sword qi wrapped around and lifted the box, taking it into the train's cockpit.
"Not bad."
Jiang Ding took the box and tucked it into his Storage Jade Pendant but he didn't have high hopes for the contents of the storage bag.
An old cultivator, deciding to fight to the death, wouldn't likely leave spoils of war for others on purpose; finding a few dozen low-grade spirit stones would be considered lucky.
However, the storage bag itself was rather valuable; it could fetch five to six thousand spirit coins in Xianmen Sect.
Jiang Ding had stepped up to help, so the spoils of war were all his.
That copper rod of supreme magic tool was also his but he didn't want to touch it; the professional staff of the police organization would handle it and return it.
