Misunderstanding Cleared Up (2)

Jiang Ming looked at the injured Wu Fengming and shook his head in pity, "You were useful to me just a few minutes ago. Alas, now you're not even as good as a dog. It's a waste of energy for me to use the Soul Seed Spell on you. Opportunities are fleeting. Seize one in your next life!" 

The sword aura streaked across, and a head was thrown high into the air. In the blink of an eye, Wu Fengming's corpse was destroyed. 

"The ship was indeed in his hands!" Jiang Ming picked up his storage ring, checked it, and then nodded in satisfaction. 

The loot from the Spirit Silkworm Mountain was extraordinary. Just the ship alone was comparable to several top-tier magical tools, not to mention his many treasures. The wealth of a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm in such a major sect was astounding.