"Ah! Finally finished reading."
Mo Yi straightened up, stretched mightily, and then angrily threw the book in her hand onto the ground.
No wonder she was so upset, the image of her ancestors in her mind had completely collapsed.
For instance, the last book in her hand began with a record of racial history, then inexplicably jumped to some famous romantic stories.
Following these romantic stories, it inexplicably began to write about...
Thinking of this made Mo Yi's cheeks blush slightly.
But she had to admit, the ancestors' descriptions were very detailed and vivid.
Upon hearing Mo Yi's voice, Kane and the others, who had just been chatting nearby, instantly gathered around.
"Finished reading, did you find any information we need?" Kane asked.
Mo Yi nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty, but please give us a little time to summarize."
Saying this, the three who had just finished reading a mountain of books began to communicate with each other.
