C325 Ungrateful

Lau Yiheng spared only a brief glance at Chen Hu, who lay dead with his eyes wide open. He was unmoved by the man's final stare. After all, once a person is dead, they're like a snuffed-out candle. If one were to concern themselves with the dead, they wouldn't cut it as a martial cultivator. So, he walked over, picked up Chen Hu's storage bag, and called out, "Tianhe, come out now