"Alright."
The Daoist gently exhaled.
He smiled wryly: "Perhaps I'm just too suspicious, always feeling that something is too fishy there. There's no such thing as a free lunch, and everything we gain comes at a price."
Amina blinked, "Actually, I'm a bit puzzled too."
"Puzzled about what?"
"It's just," Amina pointed at herself, "the Core Circuit is the continuation of their civilization, and I am the holder of the Core Circuit. By right, shouldn't I be the successor? Why would they choose you, a cultivator who has nothing to do with us, as the successor?"
Wang Jixuan nodded: "That's reasonable. Anything else?"
Amina carefully recalled.
After the initial excitement passed, she calmed down and began to reflect on what she had seen and heard over the past few days.
The majestic city;
The magnificent subspace;
Various incredible spiritual technologies;
The harp swaying with the wind;
The excessively slender depictions and sculptures of ancient civilization humans;
