Running out

Speaking till here, Sheyan suddenly raised his voice.

“Old Mourbo!”

Their earlier dialogue had touched upon the matters of their present world, therefore the nightmare realm would specially censor them. At this moment when Sheyan abruptly shouted, Old Mourbo had seemingly been startled awake from his daydream.

“What!”

Sheyan earnestly suggested.

“Although during the passage of time, many truths were omitted, misrepresented, distorted into lies, or even erased after recounts throughout generations, but with numerous earlier investigations, I came to a shocking consensus – the reason behind the Mosake clan turning corrupt, is it due to a drought?”

Old Mourbo carefully recollected his memories, hesitating slightly as he nodded and replied.

“Yes that is so.”

Sheyan then declared.