"Thank you, Brother Lin..."
Cheng Suling looked at Lin Changheng, her eyes glistening with a strange emotion.
Her blood-stained hand accepted the Elixir. Her red lips parted to speak, but Lin Changheng cut off her words of thanks. "No need for words right now. This isn't over. You focus on healing. I'm going to check on Mr. Xu."
"Okay. You be careful too, Brother Lin."
Cheng Suling obediently complied. She swallowed the Elixir and began circulating her Magical Power to refine it.
Lin Changheng, meanwhile, walked to one side. He sent out waves of his Magical Power, sweeping across the ground and pulling all the ownerless Spiritual Artifacts toward him.
He collected them one by one.
He made sure to retrieve and stow away the Storage Bag from the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
He had killed the man and saved Cheng Suling; naturally, the spoils of war belonged to him.
There was no question about it.
Nor was Lin Changheng the least bit embarrassed about it.
