"Please, don't take my words to heart," the rough man said, his flexibility evident in his smooth kneeling.
"Quickly, get up," the little girl insisted, helping the rough man to his feet. "We are magnanimous and won't be bothered by such small matters. Where did you say the six clans' invitation is?"
"At the King Bone Holy Altar, in the center of the spirit bone level," he replied.
Before the rough man could finish, the surrounding crowd gasped. "King Bone Holy Altar? Are the six royal clans insane? That's a true forbidden area! Ordinary martial artists like us would be shattered with just one step!" Their voices shook with the profound respect they held for the King Bone Holy Altar.
"Legend has it that after death, king realm creatures' corpses remain incomplete because the spirit world devours a certain bone in their bodies. Some say it's a mark of an expert, bestowed by the Heavenly Dao," they shared.