The cape was stuck on a branch of a tree that extended out from halfway up the mountain.

Yun Yifei turned to look, and a long strand of silk emerged from her sleeves. She pulled it down and tossed it over to Shang Xia. “You can use it to protect yourself for now. After this is over, you’ll have to return it to the institution.”

Shang Xia chuckled, “I understand. Many thanks, martial aunt” 

Yun Yifei smiled. “There’s no need for formality… Just call me Aunt Yun or Aunt Yifei from now on.” 

“Alright, Aunt Yun!” Shang Xia continued, “About the items we obtained after killing the cultivators of the Four Spiritual Peak… Do we need to hand those over to the institution?” 

A mischievous smile appeared on Yun Yifei’s face. “Of course not. Why else do you think so many people are charging into battle? Especially those wandering cultivators.” 

As she spoke, the five of them left the range of the protection formation.

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