The voice of Kongcheng suddenly became melancholy again, sounding particularly sorrowful.
"I didn't see the so-called past," Xiang Beifei said.
Across the corridor railing, he looked along the street towards the distance. The empty street meandered and twisted into the distance, all he could see were various shops, some small courtyards, large gates, rising and falling, arranged in an orderly manner.
This city is very cold and gloomy, always filled with an indescribable oppression.
But Xiang Beifei couldn't find a living person.
He even wondered whether the system interface he had just seen was real or fake.
"That's why you appear special," Kongcheng chuckled bitterly.
After a moment, he asked again, "You haven't answered my question, where does your power come from?"
"The Dao embryo I cultivated myself," Xiang Beifei said.
"But surely someone taught you."
"My Dao embryo taught me in a very special way, which is hard to explain for the time being," Xiang Beifei said.
