At dawn, a thin mist shrouded heaven and earth.
The grass, trees, and houses in all directions were veiled in hazy obscurity, as though covered with a layer of white frost.
All around was utterly silent, save for the occasional clear crow of a rooster piercing the tranquility of dawn.
Wei Xiao Mo stretched lazily, then turned to glance out the window. She was instantly startled.
She had never imagined that she had actually spent the entire night chatting with this unfamiliar Martial Ancestor Uncle.
Wei Xiao Mo had not expected time to pass so quickly, either. After staying up all night, she was not sleepy in the slightest.
She glanced at Su Fan beside her and found him just as full of vigor, without the slightest hint of drowsiness.
Su Fan was more than merely awake. He was as exhilarated as if he had been injected with stimulants.
He knew he had struck gold.
After a full night of conversation, Su Fan had already formed his own judgment.
If his guess was correct, this little girl was eighty percent likely to be an ancient mighty figure reincarnated to cultivate anew.
Wei Xiao Mo's intelligence was indeed extraordinarily high, and her ability to remember anything at a glance was downright heaven-defying. But the profound meanings in certain ancient classics were not something intelligence alone could comprehend.
As for why no one suspected that this little girl was an ancient mighty figure reincarnated to cultivate anew despite her unbelievable abilities—
Su Fan guessed that ordinarily, no one else had ever been able to converse with her for an entire night the way he had.
Besides, the matter of mighty figures reincarnating to cultivate anew existed only in legends.
Just like how the Wei Family's Ancestor had once suspected that she had