They only believed that the fight had been too fierce and that the lingering ripples of cultivation power had shattered bones that had grown brittle after surviving long ages.
Zhuge Xiaobai casually tossed his small shovel aside and plopped down onto the sand and mud, mixed with pale grey and yellowish-black. He let out a slight sigh.
The bones had eerily turned to ash, and the barren mountain where they rested was filled with a gloomy, ghostly aura, yet he felt no great alarm or suspicion.
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