One hour later, Spirit Pearl wiped the bloodstains off his face with his sleeve and took a pill to calm the turmoil in his blood.
With a simply crafted Purple Gold Head Ring hooked on his right index finger, he walked to the side of Ling He Perfected, who was meditating, and laughed, "I didn't expect these Jie Sect people to carry so many treasures. With this Purple Gold Head Ring, the barriers of the Immortal Path are as nothing. Brother, you can't suppress me any longer."
Ling He Perfected smiled wryly, though inside he murmured with resentment: I risked my life to protect you, and now that you've got a treasure, you disregard me as your senior brother.
But these thoughts stayed unspoken in Ling He's heart; he dared not reveal them, let alone confront his murderous junior brother in a duel.
Looking at the bodies strewn around, his eyes twitched as the scent of blood kept the forest beasts at bay.
