Feng Lin halted his steps, recalling Xuanyuan Pengju's words quite clearly.
The three who were detained were all variables.
Chi Ling's situation was understandable, being a direct descendant of Chi You and privy to many secrets of the Jiuli Tribe.
The little fox was marginally acceptable as well.
Merely the Different Dimensional Flux alone was sufficient.
But Chi Qiaoqiao, Feng Lin could not see through her.
She was no different from a normal human being.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Chi Ling looked at Feng Lin and asked.
"What do you think?"
Feng Lin moved towards the wheelchair and sat down to counter question.
"Once, my mother told me many addresses of ruins; they were shelters established during the wars between our ancestors and the Yellow Emperor," explained Chi Ling.
"I found Qiaoqiao in one of these ruins while I was hunting for treasures."
"An infant?" Feng Lin inquired.
