The Horned Cultivator's Magic Technique allowed him to sheathe himself in Bone Armor, and he clearly hadn't displayed this ability outside the Forbidden Soldier Hall.
That meant he could retract it at will.
Ren Qing's interest was piqued.
While it seemed to hinder his flexibility, making it unsuitable for direct combat, it could still be quite useful in certain situations.
It was always good to have another ace up his sleeve.
Besides, the Magic Technique had several possible paths of Mutation, and one might just be perfect for him.
The Horned Cultivator's muscles tensed, his expression turning wary. "I am Sun Yishan. If you want to eat flesh to replenish your strength, you can go find that person in the Rope Knot Cave."
As he spoke, he swallowed the last piece of a human hand.
Sun Yishan's tone was almost euphoric. "Actually, Cultivators are the most delicious. This Mutated hand, in particular, has all the tenderness of snake flesh."
