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Holding the letter of farewell in his hand, Mo Wen felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, perhaps moved by the emotions conveyed within it. After putting away the Beast Skin, he turned to see a storage bag resting on the blade beneath it. This must be the item mentioned in the letter, intended for someone fated to receive it. However, he did not rush to take it; instead, he turned and left.
An hour later, Mo Wen returned to the Melted Cave, looking at the corpse before him, preparing to lay it to rest.
"Senior, although we have met, we are like people from different worlds. Today, since I have encountered you, all I can do is ensure your peaceful rest. Though there is no soil here, since this is the place you chose, I dare not defy your wishes and can only bury you here. I hope your Young Master remains safe." He began to dig a hole in the stone ground.
"Today, I will take what you left behind. If one day I have the ability, I will avenge your grievances." After bowing respectfully, he reached for the storage bag and then laid the corpse and its blade to rest in the ground. Previously, Mo Wen had gathered some soil from outside while setting up a formation at the cave entrance; this soil would serve to ensure that the corpse could rest in peace.
"Senior, I will trouble you for a while longer; please forgive me."
Gathering his thoughts, he placed Xiao Hei near the closest lava flow and took out some ingredients. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a proper meal. Since this place seemed relatively safe, he decided to pay tribute to his Temple of the Five Viscera first. The sleeping Xiao Hei would not have this fortune; he set aside a portion before indulging himself in a long-overdue feast. After eating and drinking his fill, memories flooded back—his last hearty meal was after defeating the Lava Fire Crocodile six months ago. "Sigh, it really isn't easy to enjoy a stable meal," he lamented. At that moment, he began to understand Old Lu's deep affection for food and drink.
He took out his collection from both the storage bag and his Storage Belt—Chi Jing, refining materials, medicinal herbs, beast bones, Beast Skin… He categorized everything into piles until soon there was no more space along the edge of the pool. Yet there were still many items left in both the storage bag and Storage Belt. Looking at his haul, Mo Wen nodded with satisfaction but soon felt disheartened again. If only he had a larger Storage Device, he wouldn’t have to labor so much sorting through everything or leave behind items he encountered along the way.
His gaze fell on the storage bag at his feet—the gift from the letter's owner. This bag appeared far more advanced than his own; for storage bags, higher quality meant greater capacity. If he organized its contents properly, perhaps he could store even more items. He was also quite curious about what the Black-Clad Corpse had left him. Opening the storage bag, he pulled out its contents one by one until it was piled high—mostly refining materials with several high-quality medicinal herbs and some Ling Crystals. However, there were no finished medicines or talismans. Considering that this person had suffered fatal injuries while searching for their Young Master in this forest, it was likely they had reached their limits; otherwise, they wouldn't have passed away here. Although lacking talismans and medicines was disappointing, Mo Wen was still quite pleased—not only because of those few high-quality medicinal herbs but also due to several valuable refining materials among them.
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