“There are words on the ground
“I, the Mo Han Ghost Art, the guardian of the Mo Han clan, fought with the skeleton clan before the Great War. I fought to the death with a guardian of the skeleton clan. My body was heavily wounded, and the wounds on my body can not be healed
“If the Great War has already begun, the Mo Han clan is definitely no match for the skeleton clan. The Mo Han clan is about to be annihilated. I am unwilling to accept it, but I can not do anything about it. I will leave First
“If any living being enters this place, other than a acquired spiritual treasure, all the treasures have been given to my clansmen. There’s nothing else!”
“If any clansmen are still alive, my cultivation room contains my life-long witchcraft. It’s my life-long collection, and I can practice it!”
There was only a skeleton body leaning on a golden chair in the center of the cultivation room.
There were a few lines of clear words on the ground.
