In this freezing weather, there's no need to worry about the heads rotting. As for the corpses, they should soon be devoured by the starving snow wolves and wild dogs.
After confirming that nothing was left behind at the scene, Zhao Ya tied Hei Yunzi's head to his waist and swiftly began his return journey.
Hei Yunzi was dead, but his followers were still around.
These people were bandits who had followed Hei Yunzi for many years, all with blood on their hands, and not one of them could be left behind.
Although pursuing Hei Yunzi and then cultivating had wasted some time, Zhao Ya was not worried about these people escaping.
Because the scent of the drug bait on them was so obvious in this desolate forest, it was like a torch in the dark. Zhao Ya could follow the scent without much effort to find them.
After returning to where he had encountered Geng Ying and the others, Zhao Ya stood in the wind, sniffing carefully.
