One True, One False

"What was that sound? A relic can talk?" Zhang Yuanqing shot over with a whoosh, his teammates close behind.

They arrived at the display case and found that the speaker was a clay mask. It had a beard and wrinkles, depicting a rather kind-looking old man.

Only its hollow eye sockets looked somewhat eerie.

"You can talk? Were you the one speaking just now?" Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized the clay mask.

"If I can't talk, then were you hearing things just now?" The clay mask's mouth opened and closed as it replied with a chuckle.

It understood sarcasm. Tsk, its intelligence was pretty high. Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts stirred. He had just been wondering why Exhibition Hall No. 2 contained no clues.

The purpose of an instance dungeon was to train Spirit Realm Walkers. Though the death rate was high, it would not provide absolutely no hints or clues.

Based on his understanding of instance dungeons, the clue had arrived!

Zhang Yuanqing smiled as well. "I'm very curious where your vocal cords are. Hmm, what kind of relic are you?"

"I can only answer one question each time. Do you want to know about my vocal cords, or my identity?" the clay mask replied.

"Your identity."

"I am the mask of a great being. I was born in ancient times, when humanity had only just mastered the art of firing pottery. However, I did not gain sentience until many years later." The clay mask sighed. "My first master was the Rain Master of the Bear Clan, who oversaw rituals and prayed for rain."

The Bear Clan? Never heard of it. As an outstanding student of Songhai University, Zhang Yuanqing carefully searched through his store of knowledge but could not recall who the Bear Clan was.

Huang Taiji narrowed his eyes, his tone