Li Tribe, Creator Altar.
Shuli kept waving the bone stick in his hand, rare seriousness on his face.
"This thing... is alive."
Upon hearing this, the Prophet of the Li Tribe—A Li—merely looked up calmly, staring at his leader with his pale skull face.
"Nonsense, it's not only alive, but also continuously growing."
"As long as you're willing to plant it in the soil, it can absorb nutrients and eventually transform into a new Bone Beast."
This is a characteristic of all Bone Beasts and also the habit of this kind of 'creature.'
"No, what I mean is, it shouldn't be alive."
"It's just a piece of bone, how could it grow automatically like a creature?"
"And even if it's 'related' to bamboo, it shouldn't be able to change from plant to animal, right?"
Though he could understand Shuli's thoughts, A Li didn't care much about it.
A Li was not yet free from the most basic safety needs, so he naturally did not have the same inquisitive nature as the Immortals.
