Before leaving, Yang Chan poured out a cup of wine before the bodies of Wang Sheng and his men. It served as both a send-off and as extra fuel to make the fire burn more fiercely.
As the carriage continued on, Yang Chan could see the glow of the fire behind him. Although he had skipped the step of scattering the ashes, for Yang Chan, this was enough.
Under these circumstances, if Wang Sheng somehow survived, one could only say he was fated to live.
He had, after all, watched the Cyan Yuan Sect Disciples add a few extra cuts to the bodies as they collected them, just to make sure no one was feigning death.
For this level of professionalism, Yang Chan could only give a silent nod of approval.
This was professionalism.
The disciples who were injured in the recent fight were not in serious condition. Their wounds were relatively light, and no one had been poisoned. This indicated that Wang Sheng and the other members of the No-Life Evil Cult had run out of Poison.
