Eryndor glanced at the corpses littered all over the place, and immediately began cleaning the battlefield.
He first collected the corpses and dumped them in one place before removing all traces of his cultivation arts.
He would use the soil to cover up the tracks and the effects formed by his cultivation arts, or even put a large rock over it to cover the area.
Once he was sure he missed nothing, he approached the small hill of corpses and began processing them without stopping.
He couldn't afford to waste time because a disciple could arrive here at any second.
Eryndor never placed his safety in the hands of others.
True, those disciples didn't attack him. But what if it was because they were with Master Troy?
There was a not-so-low chance that once the master left, some of them would take the chance to head towards his location in order to get easy pickings.
