Having dealt with Three-second Fire, Feng Hao piloted the Mansa out of the wasteland. He had no choice; the place was just too hot.
But after returning to the sea of consciousness, Three-second Fire showed no intention of settling down. It just kept circling the Genetic Tree, pestering Feng Hao with questions. "Say, what's the deal with that big shot in your sea of consciousness?"
"I'm not sure either. Supposedly some ancestor with a Dao lineage," Feng Hao replied casually.
"My goodness, he even forged a Dao lineage. No wonder he was so powerful," Three-second Fire exclaimed in shock.
Feng Hao asked curiously, "What do you mean? Are Dao lineages that amazing?"
