At the same time, Qibao's lips moved slightly. With each opening and closing, a string of strange words emerged from the little one's mouth.
Huo Sining was instantly stunned. She had originally thought that the ancient teachings Qibao spoke of were in a language they could understand. However, the eerie-sounding phrases Qibao recited were beyond her comprehension, and even Zhou Shitao might not understand them if he were here.
Like reciting an incantation or conducting some ancient inheritance ritual, Qibao's string of ancient teachings lasted for several minutes. The fact that this kid could remember such a long chant was a feat, for any other child might have long forgotten this bizarre language to the distant lands of Java.
Just as Huo Sining marveled in amazement, Qibao suddenly shuddered, and at that moment, a surge of Spiritual Energy that felt very familiar to Huo Sining burst from the child's wrist, flowing along the meridians, and directly shot out from his index finger.
