Clan Inheritance
Zhang Qiang grabbed Alvin, who seemed to have lost his curiosity. Rubbing the tip of his round nose, he said helplessly, "Gonggong. Those two characters say 'Gonggong'!
If this is real, do you know what that means?"
As he spoke, Zhang Qiang gave Alvin a strange look. "Oh, I forgot you're an immigrant. You've heard of China's ancient myths, right..."
Alvin glared at Zhang Qiang, who was treating him like an idiot, and said irritably, "Obviously. Who hasn't heard of Gonggong, the Water God and one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
Gonggong struck Mount Buzhou in a fit of rage, causing the heavenly river to pour down. Then Nuwa killed a Xuan Turtle and used its legs as pillars to support the sky, and patched the hole in the heavens with stones.
Who doesn't know that?"
Zhang Qiang looked at Alvin as if he were some kind of immortal, and said incredulously, "Where did you hear those stories?
What the hell are the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"
Alvin realized as soon as Zhang Qiang asked that he might have let something slip. He laughed and said, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the most powerful witch deities after the world was created.
Anyway, I heard it from a guy named Meng Ru Shenji. There might be some inaccuracies..."
Zhang Qiang rolled his eyes. "You scared me. I thought all those Gun Club experts were useless, and that the historical information they'd provided was wrong."
Alvin waved a hand, a little embarrassed. "I told you, it's mythology, so of course it's just a story. It's all about who can come up with the most convincing version.
The guy who told me the story even came up with a whole prehistoric fantasy genre. His version was pretty convincing, anyway."
Zhang Qiang gave