After finishing what he wanted to say, Wei Changkong opened a parcel. Inside was an iron box, which, when opened, revealed a box cluttered with gold and silver tickets.
A glint flashed across Lu Yan's eyes, but quickly receded.
"Brother Lu, as I promised earlier, you're entitled to half of these. I do not go back on my word."
Wei Changkong said.
"Not so fast, senior. I'm curious about your next move," Lu Yan inquired.
"I plan to seek refuge in Lingwang City with the Zhao Clan. Together, we will tackle the Martial Spirits," Wei Changkong said.
"The seniors of Kunwu Mountain have left to assist with the Beast King. We should soon receive news from there. Why not head to Changfeng City to wait for their message?" Lu Yan suggested.
"That makes sense."
After a slight moment of consideration, Wei Changkong nodded in agreement.
The group immediately set off towards Changfeng City.
Blood Slaughter soared into the sky to scout.
