This is not…

"This is not any of Xia Family's recorded mystic marks… this is… ahhm...

"Which mystic mark?" Xia Feng Zi raised her sight and with confused eyes stared at her master; she had read about other clans, families or individuals' mystic marks and some had clouds and other thunderbolts but none of them had her clouds and thunderbolts shape.

Bei Ling came back to her senses with all of Xia Feng Zi's wording and with her expressionless lips, she replied, "You have two mystic marks, this isn't the one I felt. Your father was from the Xia Family, then your mother, who was she?

"She did a good job hiding this mystic mark…"

"…"

As she waited for an answer, she thought, 'I get a major problem in my hands. Having a child with that Xia Family is a sin bigger than me marrying outside the family and bore a child. Who was it…?

'This mystic mark is a divine-class one. It should be someone from the main branch; one of my two aunts? Not possible, one of my cousins, my little sister? No way… None of them is the rebellious type but I have been away from the family for thousands of years so…'

"… I don't know," at length, Xia Feng Zi answered, "My brother might know but I don't know if he is still alive."

'A brother… should I tell her? If she uses this mystic mark, it will give right away which family it belongs... though, that it is above; nonetheless...'

"You are…"

"Agh!"

When Bei Ling had decided to tell her to avoid unnecessary exposition, Xia Feng Zi fell onto the ground in pain.