"What kind of expression is that, Gui Yan?"
Qin Shaofeng could not help asking.
Before he had even finished speaking, he saw Gui Yan leap to her feet and cry out, "How is that possible? How could that trash world you once lived in possess an exclusive divine ability of our Ghost Corpse Race's imperial lineage?"
"What?"
This time, Qin Shaofeng was truly shocked.
An exclusive divine ability of the Ghost Corpse Race's imperial lineage?
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?
Or Shift of Stars?
Neither should be possible, right?
Those were merely lofty-sounding martial arts names invented by some ancient author. How could they truly be connected to an exclusive divine ability of the Ghost Corpse Race?
"The Shift of Stars you mentioned—does it borrow strength to strike back, or directly return an attack someone uses against you back to them?" Gui Yan pressed.
"Yes, repaying the other in their own coin," he said with a stunned nod.
"I never expected that someone from our imperial lineage would have ended up in the world you mentioned. What kind of world is it? Can you find him?" Gui Yan asked again.
Qin Shaofeng was instantly thunderstruck, scorched inside and out.
Find the person?
What kind of international joke was this?
That was a character from a novel, completely fictional, okay?
Yet Gui Yan could see through his thoughts, so the moment he had only begun thinking about it, he did not dare continue.
"They died long ago."
Qin Shaofeng tossed out a casual answer, then hurriedly asked, "Your Ghost Corpse Race actually knows Shift of Stars? Is there a way to inherit that thing?"
He was truly filled with yearning for such a famous martial art.
"You want to..."
Gui Yan's attitude began to turn hesitant.
Only after a long while did