บท 112: The Other Ancestor

Mo Tiange was surrounded by darkness. Her primordial spirit lay dormant in the sea of knowledge inside her dantian. In her half-conscious state, she heard a few voices.

"Aling, does this girl really have your Spiritual Roots of the Origin?" This voice belonged to a man. It was deep, clear, and very pleasant to the ear. Judging by his voice, he probably wasn't too old.

"Didn't you see it yourself? Why on earth are you asking me again?" This voice was slightly clearer and sharper; this was probably a younger man than the previous one. He also sounded a bit impatient.

Upon hearing his answer, the first man said, "I was just asking…"

The man called "Aling" hmphed. Soon afterward, Mo Tiange felt a thread of formidable power rushing into her meridians.