Before Lin Yin Zhu could express his idea, she turned to him.
"Brother, let me ask you something. Are those people who wore the rakshasa masks our enemies in our ten lives?" Her voice suddenly turned plain. One cannot hear what kind of mind was she having now.
"Yes, but they are too strong. We cannot face them now." Lin Yin Zhu shook his head. He really hates his weak strength now.
"Where did they come from?" She was extremely upset, when she'd forgotten this important memory.
"Brother didn't know either. Only father knew, but he won't tell us." He shook his head slightly.
"Our father....brother, can you tell me about our origin?"
"Father came from Shenlian clan. Brother only knew that Shenlian clan was a very powerful clan. We are our father's children. We also came from the Shenlian clan. Thereafter, all memory related to Shenlian clan was gone." He stopped talking and frowned.
