Yan Chihuo said, "Why is this another True Dragon skeleton?" He looked around and found nothing else here.
Mo Han said, "Who knows how many years these two True Dragons have been dead? Even their storage rings are gone." Storage rings were merely spatial treasures. If someone used and nourished them with mana, they could be preserved for a long time. But if left unused for tens of thousands of years, they would be destroyed in the end. In that regard, they truly could not compare to the corpses of True Spirits with profound cultivation.
Yan Chihuo added, "No matter what, let's put away this True Dragon corpse first."
After putting away the True Dragon corpse, the two left and headed for the third pavilion. When the monsters outside saw them, they began shouting again, though their voices were far weaker than before. Presumably, they knew that no matter how they shouted, they could not shout the two of them to death.
The Jade Crab General thought to himself, The most recent one to enter this place was Prince Ao Ren, more than thirty thousand years ago. I wonder whether he is still here. If he is, these two will surely die if they run into him. But after so long, he is probably no longer here.
Mo Han and Yan Chihuo entered the third pavilion. A white mist surged before their eyes, and a fragrant scent drifted into their noses. Mo Han hurriedly cast a spell to protect her entire body, only to see a vague figure emerge from within the mist. Though its features could not be made out, its figure was graceful and alluring. It was likely a female cultivator.
Mo Han shouted, "Who's there?"
A woman's sweet voice answered, "It has only been a few years,