Leaving White Bone Ridge, the wind swept remnants of mist across his robes.
Qin He stepped on empty air without slowing, golden-black laws silently circulating around him to form an invisible barrier that held the Black Robed Man tightly at his side.
Even the wind on the return journey carried the deathly aura of the bone ridge. Blowing over the Black Robed Man, it brought a layer of ashen wrinkles to his already stiff skin.
"Speak."
Qin He's voice remained even, but when his gaze swept over the other man, it carried a trace of imperceptible scrutiny.
Suppressed by the power of the laws, the Black Robed Man lacked even the strength to raise his head. He could only hunch over and force out a hoarse sound from his throat. "W-what does High Person wish to know?"
Qin He flicked a finger, and a faint illusory shadow of Lotus Flame danced upon his fingertip. The crimson-blue glow made the Black Robed Man's pupils abruptly contract.
The instant the flame appeared, the surrounding air turned scorching. The Yin Sha Qi hidden within his body began to churn uneasily, as though it had encountered its nemesis.
"Your fleshly body has long since been eaten hollow by vile Baleful Intent."
Qin He's tone was calm, yet every word struck the heart of the matter. "If not for Bone Sage Monarch's restriction forcibly suppressing it, you would already be stinking of decay, and even your soul would be rotting away."
The Black Robed Man trembled all over and instinctively drew in his shoulders.
He knew better than anyone that walking the path of evil cultivation had long been like drinking poison to quench thirst. His fleshly body was merely a vessel for his soul, already riddled with holes from the corrosion of yin-evil laws.