After crying for a moment, he affectionately held the skeleton opposite him and gently said, "Yun'er, you can be saved. Our wait wasn't in vain. Once I get the Emperor Flowing Pulp, you can be resurrected!"
Of course, the skeleton did not respond.
But the man seemed to hear something, smiling with a doting expression, "I know, you're happy too, right?"
With that, he slowly leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on the skeleton.
The kiss was so long-lasting.
After a long while, he finally lifted his head again, then carefully cradled the skeleton in his arms.
"Let's go, I'll take you to find the Emperor Flowing Pulp!"
With those words, he stood up tall, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and a Sword Intent flickered, splitting the grass hut and the White Bone Mountain beneath him into two.
In the rumbling sound of collapse, a sword light shot up from the collapsing White Bone Mountain, flying straight into the man's hand.
It was a long sword made of white bone.
