"You've been a great help today."
The baby in his arms was sound asleep, and Song Changsheng subconsciously lowered his voice. If Wum Yan hadn't been standing so close, he wouldn't have been able to make out the words.
"I was only doing my humble part."
Looking at the large mound of earth before them, Song Changsheng picked up a slab of Qingshi. Holding two fingers together like a blade, he swiftly carved lines of small characters onto its surface, then stood it up directly in front of the mound.
This was mainly to inform others of what had transpired. The Ling Clan was a major clan in the area; their sudden annihilation was certain to cause panic and trigger an investigation.
After all, slaughtering mortals was a grave taboo, no matter where one was.
After finishing, Song Changsheng let out a soft, melancholic sigh and said, "Let's head back."
Wum Yan nodded, then took out the Jade Pendant he had found. "Senior, this was on his mother."
