"Consumed more than half, only forged twenty-six bones, it seems the consumption is much more than I imagined!"
A thought flashed through his mind, he raised his hand and grabbed two pieces of stone in his left palm.
Then he looked up at the sky.
He saw a figure rapidly descending from the middle of the cliff.
Whenever the figure drops several yards, it relies on the protruding rocks to slow down its descent.
His gaze then swept over the top of the mountain pass.
He saw two men and one woman wearing outfits similar to those Wang Xuan had worn before, clearly uniforms of the same sect.
"It really is people from Qingyang Cave Heaven! Recognized the splash on my back, looks like they're not coming with good intentions."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel somewhat troubled.
He was not very concerned about these few people, what he was concerned and troubled about was the Qingyang Sect, Qingyang Cave Heaven behind them.
