The underground river cave was a mess, strewn with broken rocks and bloodstains from the fight, with black and red stains almost turning the entire cave floor a different color.
A few disciples of the Yellow-clothed Sword Sect were carefully examining the ground, seemingly looking for something.
Lin Xin, with his sharp eyes, noticed that these people were stealthily, without attracting attention, picking up bone fragments from hidden spots on the ground and secretly putting them into their bags.
"These must be the ones who don't dare to hunt the horsemen, only able to scavenge for bones here," Xiao Lingling whispered into his ear.
She leaned in close, her chest pressing against Lin Xin's arm, yet she seemed not in the least embarrassed. Instead, her cheeks were slightly flushed as she leaned even closer.
