"Seeing someone with a deformed hand and deciding to cut it off—how vile." Lin Feng sounded indignant. Her opinion of the Assembly of Gods had never been good, and learning that its members treated human lives like grass only made her despise them more. "...But why are their bones silver?"
They didn't look like human bones. They looked more like bronze or iron.
Those attendants certainly had plenty of secrets.
Qi Shan said, "I was curious too, so I looked into it. The Assembly of Gods has an ocean of documents, though most of them record local curiosities. The truly valuable material is either kept by the Inner Assembly or requires extremely high clearance to access. I didn't expect to find much, but I actually came across a few answers in a pile of miscellaneous books that were nearly moldy."
Since there were a few answers, some were bound to be true and others false.
Or perhaps all of them were false.
Whatever secrets the attendants of the Assembly of Gods had, it wouldn't affect the bigger picture. Qi Shan treated it as a bizarre tale and spoke at length: "One version says that, in ancient times, a sudden disaster struck. People were afflicted by plague and cholera, and strange illnesses plagued men and women, young and old alike. Some symptoms included brittle bones. The Assembly of Gods sent Divine Envoys to remove the bad bones and replace them with steel."
Perhaps those attendants had suffered from that sort of illness.
And the Inner Assembly of the Assembly of Gods had used some miraculous method to treat them.
Lin Feng listened intently. "They could do that?"
Qi Shan continued, "The second version also describes a time when disasters were rampant. Many people in ancient times fell ill in their limbs