"Ouch... this cultivator died a most miserable death."
The sky was clear and the air was fresh, Jade Island was lush and once again brimming with life.
By accident, Hai Danaiu stepped on and shattered the arm bone of a cultivator, and after seeing the horrific injuries on the skeleton, he couldn't help but lament.
"Alas... this must have been a fellow daoist who died here when the ruins first appeared. Why don't... we bury him?"
Zong Linghu arrived riding on an Escape Light and, seeing this scene, couldn't help but suggest.
"Bury him, huh? Sure!"
Hai Danaiu nodded and started digging a pit.
Seeing this scene, a slight smile appeared on Zong Linghu's face.
All the vast wealth of this Jade Island naturally belonged to Dragon Fish Island's Lord Master; she dared not touch a thing.
But the Storage Bags of foreign cultivators—if she helped bury them, perhaps she could...
