Yang Fei found it unbelievable: "As far as I know, the Martial God is in Huaxia's Zhonghai Drink Snow Tower, but Uncle is in the Vastiga Mountain Range thousands of miles away. How could the two meet?"
Nuannuan wiped her tears, staring foolishly at the White Bone.
"I've heard from my grandpa, back then the Martial God revived Ancient Martial Arts, claiming invincibility across the world."
"My father was compiling the Pangu True Scripture, almost succeeding. He was an unrivaled expert, and unhappy with the Martial God's arrogance, went to Zhonghai to challenge him."
"In the end, he lost the battle at the Drink Snow Tower, acknowledging defeat. Later, he was invited by the Martial God to join the Drink Snow Tower to research Martial Arts."
"The Pangu True Scripture, our Wu Clan's supreme Cultivation Technique, was completed by my father and the Martial God together."
As she spoke, she reached out to touch the pinky bone of the left hand of the skeleton.
