By his wrist, a white jade buckle lay quietly, shaped like a small boat, smooth and delicate, unstained even by blood.
Yu Muxian's Feather Clothing had suffered two piercing wounds in the battle, shattered into fragments, and within the remnants of the sleeve, a faint purple round object was clasped, its nature unknown, never having been unleashed before death.
Li Xuanfeng waved his sleeve, gathering both the shards of the Feather Clothing and the jade buckle in one motion, then used mana to seize his storage bag, probed it with his spiritual sense, sealing it tightly.
He removed the Feather Clothing; Yu Muxian's lower abdomen was still gently heaving, covered in bloodstreaks.
"Pa…"
A muffled sound came from Yu Muxian's abdomen. As the Golden Melting Cave dissipated, one magic artifact after another flew out from his belly, leaping in succession, swaying and bobbing in the pool of blood.
