Treading upon layers of corpses and white bones, he ascended step by step to the mountaintop, passing through the layers of blood and terrifying restrictions.
At the mountaintop,
a gaunt, emaciated old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his sharp aura not evident. On seeing him approaching, the old man managed to pull his tight skin into a kindly smile.
"I pay my respects to Master!"
Immortal Blood Bone kowtowed in greeting.
"My disciple, spare yourself the formality."
"How has your cultivation been in recent years? Have you encountered any difficulties?"
Immortal Burning Bone asked gently.
"Yes, Master. The disciple has some confusions regarding the practice of Blood Bone Sword Technique..."
Immortal Blood Bone's spirits lifted, and he hastily laid out the questions he had been accruing over the years, waiting for his master's answers.
In the past, such opportunities were infrequent.
