"Descendants of the Zhao clan?"
Zhao Jiayan was taken aback, "May I ask if you are from that Zhao clan on the Creation Continent?"
"Sort of. I married into the Zhao clan, so I'm considered half a Zhao. I don't actually bear the Zhao name. What you see now is merely a remnant of my soul; I have been dead for quite some time."
The woman said calmly, "Earth's human race? Earth... such a familiar name. It seems the Zhao clan's plan failed, sending the bloodline back to the Mother Star. Truly... ironic."
What does that mean?
Yang Yuan and Zhao Jiayan exchanged a glance, feeling there was a story behind this.
"Mother Star? Do you mean that the human race on the Creation Continent also originally came from Earth?" Zhao Jiayan asked in shock.
"That is a very ancient record, left by the Mother Goddess, and it can no longer be verified."
