Fu'er saw that Xia Xin was deflated, patted his shoulder, and spoke earnestly, "Kid, it doesn't matter whether our ancient ancestor is human or not. If not human, then she must be a divine being, but actually, there's no big difference. You just need to know that she's Jiaoyang Temple's ancient ancestor, that's all."
Xia Xin thought that made sense.
After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Then do you know why our ancient ancestor was severely injured and went into sealed cultivation eight hundred years ago?"
Fu'er paused, then after a while, shook his head, "I really don't know. To be precise, no one knows. At that time, Xuanmen was somewhat unsettled, something seemed to have happened. Many disciples and I were out subduing evil spirits, only the ancient ancestor and the patriarch were left in the temple. When we returned, the ancient ancestor was already gone."
Some time passed, and suddenly the ancient ancestor returned, already in a comatose state due to her severe injuries.
