In the forest, a great battle had come to an end. Shen Yunjiao withdrew her longsword; the instant it pierced him, she had channeled her strength to shred Lin Hao's heart.
"Was he the one behind the attack on you?"
Zhao Zuo swiftly snatched the Storage Bag from Lin Hao's waist. He then used a few Cleaning Talismans to tidy the area and scattered a powder to mask the scent from Spirit Beasts. Shen Yunjiao, meanwhile, placed Lin Hao's corpse into her own Storage Bag.
"Lin Hao. Zhao Qingmeng's full brother," Zhao Zuo said after they finished cleaning up, taking out a Healing Elixir and swallowing it.
"That poor girl," Shen Yunjiao remarked with a sigh.
Once everything was taken care of, the two began their retreat.
"Lin Hao?" Zhao Zuo questioned.
"Zhao Qingmeng," Shen Yunjiao replied, rolling her eyes. Perhaps it was because she was a woman, and one who had also experienced great suffering, that she felt such a strong connection to Zhao Qingmeng.
