The night was dark and the stars were high, the fierce wind howled, as if bidding farewell to the escaping enemies. The group from Mingshan Sect felt particularly relaxed, having released all their tension and fear.
When they were certain that the group of entangled bandits had vanished without a trace and turned back, they saw Wu Jinliang collect the three magical treasures suspended in the air into his bag.
The mere sight of the magical treasures still suspended in mid-air made the group suddenly realize something.
Remembering the scene where Wu Jinliang had swapped the large gourd before, they couldn't help but associate it with Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang's origin from Wukang Mountain.
They were originally elite disciples from their own sects and were not fools, instantly understanding why Wu Jinliang, with such formidable strength, let the group escape without intervening. Hidden intentions, my foot!
