"Are you thinking about these things?" Feng Jiu looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare." The middle-aged man quickly waved his uninjured hand. "Actually, I wanted to ask, are both of you loose cultivators? Can you tell me where you're going? If we're headed the same way, could you perhaps escort us home?"
The middle-aged man looked solemnly at his remaining people. "I'm worried we'll run into more ambushes on the way back. Now that we are wounded, lost some of our people, and there are children and the elderly among us, it is really…"
Feng Jiu had already collected valuables from the dead bodies while he was speaking. She didn't put them in her space, instead storing them in a cosmos sack from one of the dead people's bodies. As she strolled back to Xuanyuan Mo Ze's side, she nonchalantly tossed the sack up and down in the air.
