Zhongren had just raised his head when Gu Lan raised his hand and conjured hundreds of Spirit Fruits.
Upon seeing the Spirit Fruits, Zhongren froze for a moment. But before he could speak, Gu Lan calmly said, "These are for your cultivation."
Gu Lan had seen Zhongren's loyalty, so he naturally wouldn't hold back. Zhongren had sacrificed himself to ensure Gu Simu's safety, a move that was entirely unexpected. Though Zhongren had planned to refuse, Gu Lan didn't give him a chance. He had already placed all the Spirit Fruits into Zhongren's spatial ring.
"You don't need to say anything more between us," Gu Lan said, turning coldly to face the few remaining members of Bright Clan, whose souls were now all that remained of them. They no longer posed any threat.
At that moment, they were enduring a pain worse than death—countless swords piercing their hearts. Such agony was beyond the capacity of most to bear. Gu Lan couldn't help but sneer coldly at their miserable state.