The war ended beneath the peak of Green Bamboo Mountain.
Lin Xingyuan organized a large number of clan members to clean up the battlefield, while the injured clansmen each retreated to heal. The corpses of the Jin Family members were piled up together, forming a small mountain.
A large circle of clan members gathered around, their fierce eyes yet to return to peace.
This catastrophe served as a warning to all clansmen: without strong power, even the hope of peaceful cultivation was a delusion. Often, trouble came even without seeking it.
Lin Shikang, weighed down by heavy emotions, flicked his finger, releasing a fireball that ignited the mountain of corpses.
Soon, the roaring flames were accompanied by the crackling noises of breaking bones, and thick smoke billowed.
Lin Xingyuan stepped forward, taking out dozens of storage bags and respectfully handing them to Lin Shikang.
Upon receiving the storage bags, Lin Shikang sighed sadly and instructed Lin Shigong,
