"That was the beginning of our cursed fate," Zhiyan said with a laugh as he clinked his glass with the Giant Dragon, "Similar desires quickly made us friends. I shared with him the memories enshrined in stone, while he told me of another world, the world of Liches."
"Mainly the Spirit Summoning Skill," the Giant Dragon extended a hand and pretend-grasped in the air, and the skeletal avatars standing around instantly disintegrated. The collapsing skeletons formed a giant gate of bones, swallowing up the avatars. The day had already broken, and the Giant Dragon retracted these tools. "I had thought Zhiyan would become a talented Spirit Summoner, his love for the graves misled my judgment. Together we explored the large graveyards near Bent Town and through this process, the abundance of theoretical knowledge he accumulated made me think he was ready. Because of this misunderstanding, a dreadful incident followed."
