"What is this?" Jing Rou walked over, asking full of surprise.
Zhao Ya handed the heart to him, "It fell from the body of the Snow Demon I just killed."
Jing Rou took it and examined it carefully for a while, but couldn't make anything of it.
Moreover, this wasn't the time to ponder such things, so he returned it to Zhao Ya.
"Can't tell what material this is for now. We'll need to study it carefully when we have the time. I'll go clean up the battlefield first."
Zhao Ya temporarily placed the heart in his bosom, then turned back to the camp.
By this time, the Snow Demon and that Ghost Monkey had been completely eliminated, and there wasn't even any need for Zhao Ya to make a move. The martial artists present had already finished what needed to be done.
Then, people began to clear the battlefield.
Zhao Ya paid special attention but didn't find any new heart fallen.
Soon, the battlefield was cleaned up, and the bodies of the fallen were properly arranged.
