"The two of you, go clean up the battlefield, don't even think about hiding the spoils of war. Once I've looked through them, you won't be shortchanged."
Shen Chongxu spoke in a deep voice.
The two brothers, upon hearing this, excitedly cupped their hands and hurriedly went to gather the loot.
Once they had left, Shen Chongxu slowly crouched down and snatched the strange magical artifact held in the arms of the Golden Pavilion Sect Leader.
With his legs forcibly broken and one shoulder crushed into a bloody pulp, the Golden Pavilion Sect Leader, upon seeing the artifact taken, still reached out with his left hand, struggling to reclaim it.
Seeing this, Shen Chongxu scrutinized the artifact in his hand with curiosity.
This thing looked like a wooden incense burner, with an intricately carved lid depicting a somewhat sinister monster head. It was dark purple, three-legged, with two ears, and its surface was covered in strange inscriptions.
