"Master Sang Jie, now we shall see who is truly superior."
Boyan Temur squinted slightly, looking at the human bone necklace around the other's neck; each bone brimmed with lingering grudge, an exceedingly powerful magical artifact.
"This one is the skull of a boy betrayed by his lover, forever longing; this one, the skull from the Balatu Tribe slaughtered by the Huer Nalu Tribe, the last to be killed, the skull of Balatu's thousand-household chief; and this one..."
The Shaman Priest riding the white horse frowned: "Enough, Master, are you boasting about your magical artifact?"
"This old monk has no such intention, merely wishes to inform you— all beings suffer."
"Ha, is the master preaching to me?"
