Chapter 696 Snakebone Whip

• The white bones of the snake still glimmered with threads of silver. Look close, and that light followed a pattern—almost like writing, almost like some unknown sigil.
• If another geomancy master had been here, they would’ve recognized those markings as rows of sigils. Each sigil carried a dose of magical power. The more sigils there were, the stronger the force behind them.
• Holding that snakebone whip in his hand, Cui Yuan found his confidence again. The whip was a protective spiritual weapon Michael Shephard had been given—a gift from Master Li Bozhi.