An Qingyu sat in his wheelchair, looking down at the thousand Mi Go prostrating themselves before him, his brows tightly furrowed.
"What exactly do you want?" he murmured softly.
This was the second time An Qingyu had seen Mi Go, and the first time he had encountered them face-to-face. He did not know whether these monsters could understand human language, but at this moment, he had no choice but to try communicating with them.
As An Qingyu's words fell, the thousand Mi Go surrounding him simultaneously stopped the trembling of their membranous wings, and the air abruptly fell into dead silence.
At the same time, the Mi Go closest to An Qingyu began rapidly vibrating its wings, seemingly trying to imitate human vocal cords. Faintly, strange, shrill human-like voices could be heard emerging from them.
They were learning human language on the spot?!
The thought flashed through An Qingyu's mind, and his heart turned ice-cold.
These Mi Go were far more intelligent than anyone had imagined. Human language was like nothing more than a simple assembly of syllables to them. In less than half a minute, an obscure string of words emerged from their membranous wings.
"Take you... home... welcome back... Truth..."
"Home? Where is home?" An Qingyu asked.
The Mi Go remained prostrate on the ground, its wings no longer trembling, seemingly unwilling to answer that question.
"Then how do you intend to welcome back Truth?"
"We... believers... sacrifice... Gate... return..."
This time, the Mi Go did not remain silent. Vague phrases mixed together, and though they were difficult to understand, An Qingyu still grasped its meaning.
Just as the Celestial Venerable had expected, these Mi Go, as believers of Truth, had received a portion of Truth's power from the Key of Doors. Likewise, by offering up their own