Chapter 1234: Bones of a Divine Descendant

On the southern edge of the Raksha Deadlands, the grey-robed Ancestor arrived with three companions. They had already scouted the east and west. Saint Yanxia swept forward, took a deep breath, and stood still, sensing the surroundings. The grey-robed Ancestor and the others kept quiet and waited. "Ancestor, has she really gone mad?" Sheng Tianze asked. He had never shaken the feeling that Saint Yanxia was not insane; if she were, how could her awareness be this lucid? "Who said she's mad? She's...