In the Great Hall at the peak of Kunlun ruins.
Lin Xuan saw Ji Ruyue here again.
Just like before, he didn’t climb here by himself, but was carried here by a strange air current.
This kind of magical method made Lin Xuan somewhat shocked.
It really was the magic of an immortal.
However, before he transmigrated, he was also a bookworm who had read a lot of web novels, so he naturally had a lot of xianxia novels.
He thought of the core formation stage cultivators described in those novels, so it was not surprising that they had this kind of method.
At this moment, Ji Ruyue was not playing the guqin that could play the brain-piercing demonic music. Instead, she stared at the white arm bone on the table and did not say a word.
“What questions do you have for me?”
Ji Ruyue temporarily averted her gaze from the arm bone.
Lin Xuan did not ask her questions immediately. Instead, he walked to her side and pointed at the arm bone.