Great suns rose one after another from the horizon, hanging high in the heavens.
The air between heaven and earth grew hotter and hotter.
Atop the island's highest peak,
four figures appeared: three men and one woman.
"Second Senior Brother, it's down there!" Ge Xian'er stared at the billowing smoke ahead, her face pale with alarm.
She could not see what lay beneath the smoke, but she could feel the scorching heat ahead and hear the commotion below.
Booms rang out one after another, like thunderclaps.
"He's forging his bones!" Wang Yuan said.
The Second Senior Brother beside him nodded.
"If there's a supreme treasure, it must be down there!"
"Second Senior Brother, should I go down and check?" Wang Yuan asked.
"No!" The Qingyang Sect's Second Senior Brother shook his head. "It's already scorching here. It must be even hotter below! We don't know what's down there, either. Going alone would be far too dangerous! If it's as you say, and that man is forging Divine Bones, he's accomplished a step you haven't. His strength must be extraordinary!"
"Second Senior Brother has a point! Senior Brother Wang Yuan, you should follow his lead," Ge Xian'er said.
Wang Yuan turned to the man beside him. "What do you plan to do, Second Senior Brother?"
"Junior Sister Ge, I need your help," the Second Senior Brother said.
"Just say the word, Senior Brother," Ge Xian'er replied.
"I hear your hair ornament is a magic treasure, the Divine Wind Fan. I need you to use it to blow away the smoke below."
"You're well informed, Second Senior Brother!" Ge Xian'er smiled and reached behind her head, removing a tiny round-fan ornament from her hair.
The next moment,
she laid the little decorative fan in her palm.
Whoosh—
She blew onto her palm.