There was no reply.
Ye Mo breathed easy, just what power level was this guy when he lived? He had been dead for all these years but the remnant chi he had could force a golden immortal middle stage back so many times. This person was definitely countless times stronger than the Freedom King.
Ye Mo's spirit sense fell on that staff. He knew it was definitely a top grade magic artifact. He was an immortal forgery master but still couldn't tell what level it was.
Although Ye Mo knew the golden skeleton was a priceless treasure, he had no interest in this body.
He would take the staff and go. This wasn't a place to stay for long.
Thinking about this, Ye Mo tried to take the staff with his spirit sense.
"You're not the fated one…"
Another extremely powerful force shook him further away. those words were imprinted in his brain.
