"They don't exist anymore," Song qingxiao shook her head, shattering elder Chun's hopes.
History could not be changed. The divine armaments clan had already been exterminated by the martial arts Research Institute more than a thousand years ago.
The joy in elder Chun's eyes was quickly drowned by great disappointment. Before he could say anything, song qingxiao continued, "
but they left behind an inheritance.
At this point, she took out several old books.
"This is a secret record from the divine secrets clan. It contains the experiences and insights of the divine secrets clan in the Dao of smithing, formations, and the Dao of puppets."
She held the mountain of books in her hands. When elder Chun, who had been sad and dejected earlier, heard this, it was as if lightning had struck his mind.
The power of the lightning coursed through his entire body, causing his knees to go soft and he knelt on the ground with a 'plop'.
