"A mere Night Angel, one that is passively awakened at that. If this could illustrate the invincible might of our Ancestors, how would our clan possibly have flourished for 120,000 years, and still stand indomitable?"
Most of Ye Nishang's murderous intentions dissipated, and even the rage that had surfaced suddenly went out.
She grabbed Ye Hanjun's arm, her fingers exploring inch by inch along his body, and asked earnestly in a whisper:
"Ye Hanjun, tell me, what did you encounter at our ancestral site?"
"The thing you gifted Ye Liuying, was it really the Ancestral Blood, rather than something else?"
Similar questions had also been asked by a Saint before.
Ye Hanjun shook his head, as if he returned to that day, and repeated his answer:
"When entering the ancestral land, it's impossible to retain one's memories, this was mentioned by our father himself."