After the ghost-faced girl finished speaking, she was directly crushed into mottled light spots by the hand of the heavens.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a contemplative expression.
The ancient human hero's mark left in the Heavenly Dao Tower should have been separated from the present for a long time.
Logically speaking, that ghost-faced girl should also be a figure from the past; how could she possibly be his sister?
"Must have recognized the wrong person," Jun Xiaoyao thought.
But then he reconsidered; someone as handsome as himself should be hard to find a second of, right?
How handsome must that ghost-faced girl's brother be to be mistaken for Jun Xiaoyao?
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, temporarily unable to find a clue.
In fact, he didn't like being entangled in these inexplicable causes and effects.
"Next up is the final fiftieth layer..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes sparkled with curiosity.