The Sword Bone looked inexplicably terrified, his whole body trembling.
This little ancestor, what is he doing?!
The ram horn skull revered by the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, how can it just be casually sat on?
This is truly courting death, utterly reckless.
"I must quickly get away, I cannot stay by this little ancestor's side, or one day when he foolishly courts death without knowing his limits, suffers divine retribution, and a thunderbolt strikes him dead, I will suffer the consequences with him."
The Sword Bone thought anxiously to himself.
Mo Hua, however, paid no mind to any of that.
Sitting on the ram horn skull wasn't exactly comfortable, icy and cool, with a bit of yin qi, but at least it was smooth, so sitting on it would suffice for now.
Given the limited conditions, there was no room to be picky.
