Granny Ding knew a powerful secret art called the Great Demise Art!
This was a conclusion Ding Ling had analyzed from the streams of information he had mysteriously received from the moment they were born.
Ten fingers, ten people, and each of them possessed their own unique divine abilities and secret arts. Just hearing the names of these secret arts was enough to know they were extraordinary.
But what Ding Ling had not expected was that whether it was Granny Ding or Ding Shuixiang and the others, they seemed to possess other secret arts besides those contained in the streams of information?!
At this moment, seeing that Granny Ding could not see through the situation in the distance, Ding Ling did not dwell on the matter and simply asked:
"How many secret arts and divine abilities do you usually have?"
"I currently have two."
Ding Xiaoyu was the first to raise her hand and said in her crisp voice:
"But I know Sister Shuixiang has three! Granny Ding should have at least two, and Old Ding should also have at least two..."
Before Ding Shuixiang and the others could speak, Ding Xiaoyu had already chattered away and sold them all out.
Ding Ling looked toward Ding Shuixiang and the others.
Most of them nodded. Their meaning was obvious: Ding Xiaoyu was right.
Ding Ling could not help raising his brows. He had thought he already understood Ding Xiaoyu and the others quite well. It seemed he had still overestimated himself.
Nezha, who had been listening nearby, seized on the key point:
"Currently? Could it be that you can gain more divine abilities and secret arts in the future?"
"Of course!"
Ding Xiaoyu put her hands on her hips and raised her chin, her jade-like little face full of smugness:
"We're