After another quarter of an hour, two Qiankun Bags had been swept clean, and the White Feathered Bird very obediently shed its feathers.
A total of fifteen feathers, enough for each member of the group to receive one without a problem.
Gu Wen handed each feather to Jun Yan, who looked at it in his hand and then furrowed his brow, visibly pained, and backed away.
"You eat it."
Upon hearing this, Gu Wen was first startled, then quickly drew his Immortal Sword with a wary look on his face, "Return the body to the Old Lord."
"Scram."
Jun Yan's pale face turned livid with anger. Gu Wen was merely joking, and he sheathed the Immortal Sword with a laugh, "Why are you suddenly being so kind?"
Heavenly Corpses would absolutely not refuse to take Spiritual Roots of the Immortality Pill because these could enhance their chances of becoming immortal. What was strange was that usually, Jun Yan was not so benevolent, at least not enough to give up the Immortality Pill roots willingly.
