Upon seeing this, Chu Mo almost burst out laughing, his mouth twitching violently for a while. In the end, he could only exclaim that his ancestor was simply an old child!
He regarded life and death with such nonchalance, still able to describe it all in a teasing tone. This mindset truly demanded admiration.
At the end, a faint shadow suddenly appeared in Chu Mo's spiritual sea.
Yes, it was a very faint shadow, yet Chu Mo could instantly feel it!
"This ancient history is meant for you to see."
The shadow spoke directly, almost scaring Chu Mo out of his wits.
"How many generations down are you from me? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? Or maybe millions? Forget it, I won't bother calculating, it's too bothersome."
"…" Chu Mo was dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.
