"My mother was a member of the Futu Clan."
After hearing Mu Chen's words, the Mo siblings' expressions softened at once.
His mother was from the Futu Clan, which meant his father most likely wasn't.
One was a direct descendant of an Ancient Clan, the other an ordinary commoner. The two had come together.
The Futu Ancient Clan's conservatism, antiquated ways, and formidable power were just as famous throughout the Great Thousand World. If they discovered what had happened, Mu Chen's mother would probably have been dragged back to the clan and confined.
Wasn't that the very story of the Mo siblings' parents?
Their backgrounds were astonishingly similar.
Mu Chen smiled faintly. One look at their expressions told him that the siblings had probably read too much into it.
Come on, Qing Yanjing was a Saint Grade Grandmaster of Spirit Arrays.
Unless she went willingly, who would dare drag her back to the Buddha Realm and confine her?
Great Elder Futu Xuan, that stubborn old fossil?
He absolutely wouldn't dare, either. Their clan's Ancestral Land would be destroyed in a clash between Saint Grade powerhouses.
Mu Chen sat cross-legged on the ground and slapped a hand out. The Blood Spirit Mud Embryo, brimming with dense blood-red light, was drawn into the Futu Pagoda. The Dragon Marks carved into its base immediately sprang to life.
Roaring, they transformed into blazing golden ancient dragons that circled the pagoda. They opened their jaws and breathed dragon flames into it, activating its ancient Spirit Array.
The dark divine pagoda, wreathed in spirit flames, shuddered as it refined the treasures within.
After a quarter of an hour, a small amount of powdery residue poured from beneath the base of the nine-story pagoda. All its spiritual essence had been extracted, and a purer cluster of light