The four searched the palace again, disheartened to find nothing but a skeleton.
Upon reflection, what valuable items could possibly be sustained in such an environment, with such friends and under such dark, sunless conditions?
There were no cultivation objects, no use for the magic artifact of a skeleton—his own bones were the best artifacts; elixirs were useless without a stomach, tossed into the mouth only to roll out between the ribs, or perhaps straight out at the collarbone…
Looking at the empty hall, Hou Niao sighed. Was this all just killing time?
"Wang Mian, take the bones back, along with those bee corpses. Perhaps the elders in our sect could identify their origins?"
Their current level of skill and limited Realm perspective meant many hidden things remained unseen, yet Wang Mian merely shook his head,
