The remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect disciples, now just ashes scattered by the uncaring wind, offered little beyond their immediate spoils. Wang Jian, with his usual meticulousness, had gathered every storage pouch. They were low-grade, their internal space limited, but far better than carrying everything in a sack. He handed two of the emptier ones to Princess Yue Lingshan.
"For your personal items, Lingshan," he said. "Keep your sect token, spirit stones, and any… feminine necessities in there. Easier than rummaging through your pack."
Yue Lingshan accepted them with a grateful nod, her veiled face hiding her slight blush. The implication of 'feminine necessities' in front of him still made her a little flustered, despite their deepening intimacy.
