"Is this actually a Blessed Land?" Gong San spoke a little too quickly.
The moment she finished speaking, all she saw before her was withered grass and bleached bones.
Gong Qi bared her teeth. "You spoke a bit too fast."
She was not mocking Gong San. Rather, she had yet to recover from the feeling of having just been beaten. The injuries on her face had healed, yet she still felt a lingering ache.
"So many bones—both human and beast. Could this be a Mass Grave?"
Gong San carefully surveyed the area and shook her head. "It is also possible that a fierce battle took place here several years ago."
That possibility was indeed not unlikely.
After all, in this era, people were either fighting wars or on the road to fight one.
Gong Qi stepped forward. She did not sense any additional restrictions, and after looking around, she still could not find any trace of Gong Shaojun.
She sighed. "Mother refuses to acknowledge us now, and we have lost track of her. What are we supposed to do?"
Truthfully, she did not really want to linger around Gong Shaojun.
Whoever had been beaten once would not want to be beaten a second time, right?
Gong San, however, was resolute. "If we lost her, then we keep looking. I know the Emperor's temperament. She only beat the two of us instead of killing us, which means she did believe what we said."
"So what if she believed us?" Gong Qi said as she inspected the bones around them. "She obviously does not want to acknowledge us."
"And..." Gong Qi suddenly looked up. "The mother we know is from over a hundred thousand years in the future, not the mother of this time."
Though they had not spent much time together,