Feng Lin quickly stepped back several paces after the reminder.
He checked his body but didn't notice any discomfort.
Suddenly, he discovered many tiny black characters emerging from the tips of his fingers.
The characters crawled up the back of his hand, spreading out and transforming into black text-formed ropes that wrapped around Feng Lin.
"What did you do to me?"
Feng Lin was in complete shock, still unaware when he had been ensnared.
"My generation of the Tan Tai Family has at least blended the bloodlines of ten different races. We start developing the abilities of each race from the moment we have memories, identifying the ones we are best at."
Dan Taipiao pointed at herself, "The ability I'm most skilled in comes from the Witch Tribe."
With that said, Dan Taipiao took off her leather mask.
Around her mouth, several black glowing symbols appeared.
They didn't resemble Oracle Bone Script Runes, but another kind of mysterious symbols.
