Teacher, I'm Hungry

Li Yaozu did not answer Mortal World Immortal's question.

Ever since the last grand family sacrifice, their clan had learned everything about their ancestor's journey through time to the ancient era. Even now, none of the clan members understood the meaning behind the Human Emperor's dying plea to "save the world."

Li Yaowen had thus made one deduction after another. If their ancestor were sent to the dawn of creation, how could he save the world? Even if their ancestor truly reached the ancient era, could everything in the present truly be changed?

If their ancestor was in the ancient era, why was there no news of him in the present day? Could their ancestor truly survive from ancient times until the present?

All of this had plunged the clan into immense panic. There was one point that Li Yaowen had not voiced, yet Li Yaozu could still infer it: something must have happened to their ancestor in the ancient era, preventing him from appearing during the years when the family developed.

That was also why the family had invited Mortal World Immortal back—to seek answers through everything in the environment where their ancestor now resided.

Moreover, the family now faced grave external threats, with storm clouds gathering. Any detail might help the family escape its predicament.

"Immortal, do you know about these matters?" Li Yaozu asked once more.

Hearing the gravity in Li Yaozu's tone, Mortal World Immortal's gaze flickered away for a moment. "The world is far more complex than you imagine. Too many things have happened over the course of its development. I am not omniscient or omnipotent, and I was born rather late."

At the mention of ancient secrets, Mortal World Immortal no longer wore that carefree, cynical expression.

Calmly, she said, "First, the Seven Tribes