Upon hearing the shouts, Lin Xuankong looked outside the stone house. Dark clouds pressed down from the sky, and the air was heavy. Heeding the call, numerous Martial Cultivators from the nearby stone houses rushed out, crossing the chaotic piles of bones on the platform. Their faces were tense as they gazed towards the Profound Iron Chain Bridge.
Lin Xuankong frowned as he walked out of the stone house. From the adjacent stone house, a disheveled Lin Jiao and Nalan Yunzhu ran out. Nalan Yunzhu's face still bore a rosy flush.
Lin Xuankong looked speechless. Such good spirits, no wonder I heard strange sounds for about ten breaths' time just now!
Lin Jiao, Hu Shuo, Xu Bei, and Zhao Yufei stood together near the chaotic bone piles. In the faint morning light, they looked into the distance, their expressions instantly changing.
Near the guard stone house, dozens of Martial Cultivators had already drawn their weapons, each on high alert, their expressions tense.
