This time, no one objected, and Du Huating readily agreed.
These Qi Cultivators were the surviving elite disciples. There had originally been over three hundred of them, but many had died in the preceding battles, and a good number had just fled. Now, only about thirty remained, so they held little appeal.
Song Changsheng nodded, satisfied. "Now that this matter is settled, it's time for us to return. We won't trouble you any further."
With that, Song Xianyun and the others took the spoils and the Qi Cultivators, transforming into streaks of light as they departed.
Song Changsheng lingered behind, giving Du Huating a meaningful look. "Elder Du, you're a reasonable man. Before I go, let me share some good news. You'll be having a new neighbor soon. Remember to prepare a gift."
Having said his piece, Song Changsheng transformed into a streak of black and white light and shot off in pursuit of the main group.
