Yang Ling looked sheepish, but suddenly felt something was wrong. He was the White Bone Master's disciple, which made him the young cave lord of the White Bone Cave. What gave the other man the right to be so arrogant?
Just because he had used the bone-burning inheritance on the man's body, did that give him the right to be so rude?
At that thought, Yang Ling's expression darkened.
"Zhu Xiu, how dare you! I came to pay my respects to the White Bone Master today, yet you dare speak so insolently to me?"
"The White Bone Master? What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Zhu Xiu snapped, "Junior, don't push your luck! Do you really think bringing two helpers today lets you throw your weight around in front of our White Bone Dao Palace?"
"Should we do something?"
Ji Tianming glanced at Zhao De.
Zhao De shook his head lightly. "This is the White Bone Dao Palace's territory. Let the kid handle it himself."
"Oh."
Ji Tianming stopped circulating the internal energy he had already set in motion.
Yang Ling said, "You ungrateful fool! I won't waste my breath on you. Hurry up and lead the way. I want to pay my respects to the White Bone Master!"
Zhu Xiu's face was gloomy. Apparently unwilling to argue with Yang Ling any further, he turned and walked away.
With him leading the way, the three passed through the corridor. This time, the flood trap did not activate, and they reached the place guarded by Luo Wendao, the White Bone Demon King.
Yang Ling immediately scanned his surroundings, his gaze finally settling in front of the coffin.
The coffin opened, and Luo Wendao, whose body he had previously used for the bone-burning inheritance, leaped out.
He gave Yang Ling a cold look, then