The Pangu Axe, actually over thirty thousand years old, in front of both the zither and the bird at this moment, seemed like a bumbling child just starting kindergarten, not daring to speak loudly at all:
"Ahem, I just find it strange why Ancestor would be so kind and accommodating to this young boy. Ancestor never used to care about men, if I remember correctly?"
The Pangu Axe had been buried for countless years in Pangu's tomb and knew nothing of the changes in the Divine Realm and the mortal world. Thus, when it was suddenly released, it faced the Fu Xiqin and Golden Crow, who had flourished for tens of thousands of years in the mortal world, feeling unconfident and worried it might say something wrong.
Both the zither and the bird spoke in unison: "You're not mistaken about that."
