"Thank you, Venerable One!"
Having regained his sense of self, Fang Lin resembled a Zen master who had attained profound enlightenment. He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply.
Li Ling asked, "Who exactly are you, and why did you turn into a skeleton?"
Fang Lin recounted his story in detail. "Venerable One, my name is Fang Lin. I was originally a rogue cultivator in the West Sea. After the Heaven-Piercing Tower issued its announcement, I came here to make a living, only to be betrayed by my companions..."
As he explained the causes and consequences of his transformation, he could not help feeling deeply moved.
Looking back on yesterday felt like looking back on another lifetime. Everything truly seemed like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow.
"Something like this actually happened? This man can perceive incense as light. He's a prodigy of the Incense Path!
"But this string of extraordinary encounters could hardly be a coincidence. There seem to be traces of a mighty expert interfering, disturbing karma and fate. Yet in the end, he was guided back onto the proper course and encountered me."
Li Ling sensed the strong scent of a conspiracy here. The White Bone Sect's Dharma King Path inheritance could transform people; it was no commonplace teaching to be found everywhere.
Although such things amounted to little in the eyes of high-level cultivators, they were not something an ordinary grassroots rogue cultivator like Huang Jin could obtain.
Hearing this, Mu Qingsi nodded slightly. She, too, sensed something discordant in the matter.
If Fang Lin had been left to continue in his muddled state, he might really have been transformed into a Dharma King of the White Bone Sect, brewing another undead calamity.
However, this might also have been the result of casting a