Sunset Forest, Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and Yang Wudi suddenly appeared.
Ji Xuan, who had been cultivating beside the spring, sensed the disturbance, and the Soul Power fluctuations around him gradually subsided.
He opened his eyes and flashed over to stand before them.
"Martial Uncle Golden Crocodile, Chief Yang, did everything go smoothly?"
"Everything went smoothly, but... where did Qian Jun go?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Sensing that Qian Jun Douluo's aura was absent, he could not help but furrow his brow.
"I had Martial Uncle Qian Jun return to Spirit Hall first," Ji Xuan explained. "I plan to cultivate in seclusion here until I break through to level forty."
"I see." Golden Crocodile nodded in understanding.
At that moment, Yang Wudi stepped forward and took a left arm bone radiating a dark golden glow from his Soul Tool.
Powerful energy fluctuations coursed over the Soul Bone's surface, making its exceptional quality obvious.
"My lord, this is the Qian Jun Ant Emperor Left Arm Bone that dropped when we hunted the Eighth Soul Ring. It is nearly ninety thousand years old."
"This subordinate offers it to you."
Yang Wudi held the Soul Bone in both hands, his manner respectful.
Ji Xuan merely swept his gaze over the Soul Bone without taking it, instead saying calmly,
"Chief Yang, absorb this Soul Bone yourself."
Yang Wudi froze, then hurriedly declined.
"My lord, how could I accept this? This subordinate has already received so many benefits. How could I greedily covet this Soul Bone as well?"
"Since I have told you to absorb it, accept it."
Ji Xuan's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.
Yang Wudi's face showed his struggle, but in the end, he did not dare