Before Gu young master went to submit his pill bottles or deal with Grand Elder Song Yan, he had a few other things to take care of first.
Gu Linyuan stood atop a towering sand ridge.
At his feet lay the corpses of seven candidates.
These were lower-world upstarts who had dared to approach the pill bottles he had already claimed.
He had their storage rings and pill bottles resting uselessly in his palm.
"I've collected over fifty thousand…"
But he didn't bother with the submission altars.
Not at the time.
Gu Lao appeared behind him in a flash.
The young man bowed deeply as his forehead nearly kissed the scorching sand.
"Young Master…"
Gu Lao said in a low, respectful voice.
"This loyal subordinate has already mobilized the rest of our clansmen. Every last one will sweep the dunes clean. We will secure enough pill bottles to ensure that Li Qingmu receives nothing. Failing him will be simplicity itself."
