A moment later.
A dim escape light flew out from the Blood Sect's main altar, circled a few times, and then headed towards the northern border of Yuan Country.
Inside the escape light, Fang Xi stroked the Mountain Sea Pearl, feeling somewhat disgruntled in secret.
The spoils from the Blood Sect's treasury had not met his expectations.
'After all, the Blood Sect has only recently been promoted to a Nascent Soul power; its foundation is far inferior to the Green Leaf Commerce Association…'
'However, the Green Leaf Commerce Association is even worse off—after my raid, I'm afraid they will have to declare bankruptcy!'
Thinking of the unpleasant auction experiences at Mid-Air Mountain in the past, Fang Xi suddenly felt much more tranquil.
As he flew over Mid-Air Mountain, he saw that although the cultivator's camp was still in a standoff, they had generally ceased fighting with magic.
