Chen Mo had been standing in a corner, watching everything that happened in the cavern hall. He watched as the skeleton was carried out, and he watched the Saber-toothed Tiger enter the hall.
As for the battle between the three Xiantian Masters and the Jade-colored Skeleton, he was merely enjoying the spectacle. Intervene? Heh, what a joke. He was only a Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist. How could someone with his strength possibly interfere in a battle between Xiantian Masters?
Even if he did intervene, the three Xiantian Masters in the arena would only look down on him. A Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist who amounted to nothing, yet he wanted to act important and meddle in a Xiantian battle? What was he thinking?
The three Xiantian Masters thought so, and Chen Mo thought so too.
Wasn't it nice to watch the show from the sidelines? Why insist on rushing forward to join the excitement? Heh, he wasn't these people's nanny. Why should he lend a hand? Besides, the White Jade Skeleton before them was quite powerful. It had likely been a Golden Core cultivator in the past, or it would not possess such soul-returning power. Its soul had endured for so many years without dissipating. It truly had some ability.
In fact, the first time Chen Mo entered the room and saw the Jade-colored Skeleton, he had already noticed that its soul flame had not gone out and was still burning. Of course, not just anyone could see a soul flame. Only those with powerful Mental Power and strong Soul Power could sense it.
Chen Mo had undergone several soul devourings in the past. Not only had that greatly strengthened the source of his soul, it had even evolved several times. Thus, his sensitivity toward soul flames was something