Outside the White Bone City, on the road leading to the Central Plains.
"You really won't kill me?"
Carrying Luo Fu across the high sky, the shadow of Bone Ming flickered briefly on the earth, drawing the sideways glances of countless beings.
And to some of the skeletons and the Hundred Races who permanently reside in White Bone City, they recognized at a glance that it was the shadow of Bone Ming, the King Without a Crown of White Bone City.
That enormous body and the posture of soaring in the sky were its most distinctive features.
"My task is not to kill you, my task is merely to spy on you."
Standing atop Bone Ming's head, Luo Fu maintained his usual haughtiness, yet the other seemed to hear a hint of goodwill in his words.
"Exactly how to deal with you, that's something Balian and the others need to consider."
