At this moment, she was expressionless, gently stroking Li Yuan's skeleton, and then began to pave the highest-grade Soul Iron bit by bit on the outside, carving out the veins with a knife.
...
Another side.
In the Divine Tomb.
The old voice had become shocked.
"What? You... you... you..."
"Old man, what are you 'you'-ing?" Xiaozhao said, "Get to the point."
"No, you... you mean you buried three crows again, and then started breaking through Celestial Soul Third Grade?" The old voice was completely incredulous.
"What's so difficult about that?" Xiaozhao crossed her legs.
When others were around, she was quite poised; when alone, or rather, in a place she had marked as her turf, she would be very casual.
Now, in her view, the Divine Tomb was her private space.
