With his hand on his chin, pondering for a while, Yang Yu posed his first question:
"There is something that has always been on my mind.
This thing called Racial Essence is not just used to enhance power, is it?
I want to know the true purpose of Racial Essence."
"You really picked quite an extraordinary question to start with."
Owen raised his hand, and a bubble appeared not far from him,
"I remember I said some peculiar things to you before.
Was it at that time that sparked your interest?"
Yang Yu shook his head, "The first time I used Racial Essence, I had a strange feeling, but it quickly disappeared. Since then, I have always been curious."
Owen smiled, motioning Yang Yu to follow and stepped towards the bubble.
Reaching the bubble, Owen gently prodded it with his finger, causing the entire bubble to shatter like a phantom.
In an instant, the pure white space transformed into a bustling town full of people.
