"The Third Limit Martial Ancestor is Liu Ruyan!" Madam Shi spoke that name from between her icy lips.
She watched Chu Qing intently, observing every shift in his expression.
The next instant, she discovered that the man looked utterly bewildered.
She raised a brow and said in a deep voice, "Coachman, do you have some connection to the Third Limit Martial Ancestor?"
Chu Qing nodded.
He was fairly candid with Madam Shi and the others, rarely hiding things from them.
He could not be bothered to conceal this matter either.
"I thought the Third Limit Martial Ancestor would be Tian Buyu, and I also thought it would be Dongfang Weiwo!"
"But I never imagined the Martial Ancestor would be Liu Ruyan."
Madam Shi raised a brow. "What do you mean, imagined?"
"I remember that you read books too. You're a cultured man—do you still need to guess about the Third Limit Martial Ancestor?"
"Isn't this history?"
Madam Shi seemed to realize something, and suspicion crept into her expression.
Chu Qing nodded and quickly explained the situation.
Madam Shi was left dizzy and muddled by what she heard.
Attended a gathering?
Then traveled through time and space?
Killed the Third Limit Martial Ancestor from history?
The other person who wanted to become a Martial Ancestor failed?
Then another woman had plucked the peach from beneath her nose?
That sounded utterly bizarre!
Just then, the maids carried over several huge chests.
When the chests were set down, they proved to be filled with records concerning the Third Limit Martial Ancestor.
The maids sorted the history books into categories, placing the most detailed accounts on top.
Chu Qing began flipping through them.
Madam Shi lay across his shoulder and leaned over to read with him.
Rustle!
Rustle!
Chu Qing was not flipping through