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About fifteen minutes later, unimpeded, Su Jie's slave trading ship broke through the encirclement.
Bodies were floating on the river surface, most of them were human slaves, with a portion being cultivators, belonging to both Right and Evil factions.
The corpses were carried by the river downstream and hadn't sunk yet for quite a while.
On the slave trading ship, some of the surviving disciples paid no mind to their wounds, hurriedly running to the gunwale to salvage the bodies, snatching valuable magic artifacts, talismans, and elixirs from them.
Splash.
Several figures jumped into the river, swimming towards the bodies in the distance.
Many disciples had been impoverished for too long and couldn't restrain their greed, oblivious to the fact that they were still on the battlefield.
"It's Mr. Gu."
Chen Yun pointed at the surface of the water, the one swimming towards the bodies to salvage them was actually Gu Weonian.
