"So we are all descendants of those people from long ago?" After the woman's voice finished speaking, the three fell into their own thoughts. Zhai Le was the first to come back to himself. He mused, "So people weren't molded from mud, or born when some god sneezed out a snot, and we aren't the descendants of sinners cast out of the divine realm for their crimes. Our ancestors were people, too."
Jimò Qiu looked at Zhai Le with a trace of alarm.
He said bluntly, "Dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes. The child belongs to the same species as its parents. How could snot possibly give birth to a person? Even if it were a god's snot, it still couldn't! Besides, 'god' is actually a rather vague definition—anything beyond the realm of mortals can be called a 'god.' It's the same principle as 'he who commands the strongest soldiers is king'! Yet kings and commoners are both people, members of the same kin. So a god could be a person who made great contributions, or an unseen, intangible nothing."
The Gongxi Clan had no legends about the creation of humankind.
If one really had to name something related to creating people...
Would the art of the bedchamber count?
"Our god said that the human race is an ordinary species, no different in the eyes of all things under Heaven from birds, fish, and insects..."
Zhai Le asked, "Ordinary? No special treatment?"
Jimò Qiu thought for a moment. "Special treatment... Well, there is a little. The Heavenly Dao and Heaven and Earth are rather partial to the human race."
Zhai Le laughed. "Partial? Then we're not ordinary."
Yu Hai knew that this was a sign his lord was getting angry.
He didn't know when it had started, but Zhai