Feng Zheng hesitated and picked up a few pieces of white bone.
He muttered softly, "I still want to gather some materials and see if I can refine a treasure sword. What do you need these for?"
"Researching how to enter that small world."
Wang Jixuan didn't hesitate, stuffing these few Immortal Bones into his sleeve and sending them to the Second Base.
He didn't know exactly what Mu Dan was planning, but supporting her was the right thing to do.
Mu Dan started working overtime on her experiments.
Feng Zheng lost the mood for meditation and began discussing the mysteries of the blood mist and white bones with Wang Jixuan.
Neither of them could make any sense of it.
In the eyes of the Immortals, such matters are exceedingly mysterious.
The origin of the blood mist is unknown, and the white bones seem to be condensed from the blood mist, with only a faint trace of Evil Qi present.
