"Hmph, Ten Thousand Sword Sect, they're no good either, turning Tianlong Mountain here into a poisoned area. They must have killed many people in the past." Mo Huasong stepped forward, packing all the Spiritual Grass Spiritual Medicine into his storage ring, and then began to rummage through Chang Zhicheng's belongings.
Chang Zhicheng had a storage bag full of several dozen spirit stones and some elixirs.
Mo Huasong was only interested in the spirit stones; as for the elixirs, he casually discarded them.
Mo Huasong was not in a hurry to return home. He casually caught a wild chicken nearby, cleaned it up, and then roasted it with Black Ghost Fire.
After mastering the control of the Black Ghost Fire, things became much more convenient for Mo Huasong.
If Chang Zhicheng's departed spirit could know about this, he would definitely scold Mo Huasong for being wasteful.
