Holy Lord Wilson sneered as he looked at the supreme bone in Jacob Harris' hand, "That bone of yours, I'm afraid it'll shatter with just a touch, won't it?"
Jacob Harris shook his head, "Uncle Wilson, don't you know what the origins of those two Tribulation guardians of the tomb are? They have been around for so long that even Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators would have lost their bones' toughness by now."
"So, this in my hand might really be the supreme bone."
Upon hearing Jacob Harris' words, Holy Lord Wilson was momentarily shaken, as if reminded of something.
"How about I sell you this supreme bone in my hand? I only want the same terms as Henry Crawford." Jacob Harris laughed.
Holy Lord Wilson's forehead bulged with veins, and he suppressed his anger, "You only spent a hundred million magic coins, yet you demand the Wilson family's Immortal Scriptures from me?"