"Condense!"
As the mist dissipated, Liu Zixuan suddenly made the Ghost Gate Needle stop.
Looking at the heavily injured fake 'Luo Xi,' he asked, "You just mentioned something about Shennong's descendants and said my Ghost Gate Needle is from some ancient period?"
The creatures or people surviving within the relics mostly come from the ancient times. Liu Zixuan couldn't fathom how they managed to live until now, but the knowledge ancient beings possess far exceeds anything Liu Zixuan and his peers can imagine.
Like the fairy Bai Lin from earlier, and now the Gui Xu Mermaid. They might not have many treasures, or even none, but what they understand is far more valuable than some treasures, and more useful to martial artists like Liu Zixuan and his contemporaries.
Therefore, at this moment, he wanted to ask more questions.
"Don't you know Shennong?" The mermaid seemed injured by Liu Zixuan but wasn't angry, nor was she furious. Her tone was even more indifferent than before.
