Inside the room.
Calm was restored once again, the air thick with the scent of blood.
The tables, chairs, and benches were shattered across the floor.
Bodies lay sprawled on the ground, some with heads sunk into their abdomens, others with gaping holes in their chests, or half of their heads shattered, each one a sight too horrific to behold, dead beyond dead.
Only one Chief of the Tribe remained, shivering, not dead but pale-faced, gravely injured, spared by Jiang Shi.
"So, these are all the materials you've plundered?"
Jiang Shi asked calmly, looking at the several large chests in the room.
"Yes, Young Hero Jiang, we've gathered only half of the Blood Exchange materials, lacking several critical components. Those important items were taken by the fleeing Great Xuan Noble Families, we have no means, but if Young Hero Jiang truly desires the materials, I am willing to procure a set from elsewhere, I beg Young Hero Jiang for mercy, for mercy!"
