The celestial radiance in the sky dissipated. Sun Fugai, his wide sleeves fluttering, descended from the heavens and landed upon the Yinluo Flying Ship.
Fang Cheng offered his congratulations. "Congratulations on defeating a great enemy, Master."
Sun Fugai's expression was calm. With a flick of his wide sleeve, a storage bag flew before Fang Cheng. "Xu Tianci's body is inside this storage bag," he said.
He paused, then looked at Fang Cheng and added, "That sword strike of yours just now was quite good."
Fang Cheng took the storage bag, offered his thanks, and asked, "Master, are we going to continue?"
Sun Fugai glanced at him. "I was only able to win this time thanks to that Fourth-rank Buddhist Talisman. Now that the talisman has been used, I no longer have absolute certainty of victory if we were to fight again."
Fang Cheng asked curiously, "Master, where did you obtain such a talisman? Why not purchase a few more?"
