After Lin Bai and Li Zhaoxing parted ways with the others.
At that moment, atop a distant mountain in the Bone Wasteland Secret Realm, a Bone Spirit's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
This Bone Spirit was extraordinarily different. His entire body was made of golden bones, with flesh covering his upper half while his lower half remained bare white bone.
At that moment, he held a short flute in his hand. Slowly lowering it from his lips, he looked up at the place where Lin Bai and Li Zhaoxing had parted and said indifferently, "These four should be the four most talented disciples in Ten Thousand Bones City right now, shouldn't they?"
"I never expected them to split up and act separately."
"That really surprised me!"
"There seems to be another little fellow who can hear the sound of my flute?"
"My flute is played for the dead. How could a living person hear it?"
The Golden Bone Spirit said this with great curiosity.
His eyes were vacant, as though he were lost in recollection. Yet after thinking it over carefully for a long while, he furrowed his brow and said with some pain, "It's been too long. Far too long. Too many of my memories have faded away..."
"No matter what, I must leave this damned place this time. Only then can I find the memories I've lost..."
"No one can stop me anymore."
The Golden Bone Spirit raised his hand and grabbed at the air before him. A black short flute appeared in his hand once more. He placed it against his lips and slowly began to play.
As the sound of the short flute spread out, the Bone Spirits lying lifeless beneath the mountain slowly rose to their feet and headed in a single direction.
That