I gaped at the white shard at my feet.
Did he mean that it was … a piece of bone?
Looking up and taking in the scene around us, I understood then why Bai Ye had said what he said. There were bone shards like this scattered all over, some smaller and broken into irregular shapes like the one I tripped over, some much larger and still whole with both ends attached. The remains stretched on as we continued through the chamber, piling high against the corners in some places. Various weapons lay rusted among the debris, along with a few intact skulls, their gaping eye sockets staring at us as we walked by.
The hair on my nape stood up. This must be from dozens, maybe even hundreds of cultivators. "Did the yazis kill them?" I whispered, subconsciously inching closer to Bai Ye.
He wrapped his arm around me, a gesture that was probably second nature to him by now, but I remembered his injured shoulder and stopped him. He didn't persist.
