"You know what that thing is?" Yu Xuan asked, his voice low.
"I do," Old Yu replied calmly.
"Or rather you do, but just not now."
Yu Xuan frowned.
"For the time being, you don't need to know its true nature. What matters is that, unlike what they think, we do not require its protection to keep the mind intact." Old Yu continued, unfazed.
"But what is that thing?" Yu Xuan pressed.
Old Yu paused for a moment, then spoke with deliberate vagueness.
"For now, think of it as the first fire born at the creation of Heaven."
Yu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…So its nature is different."
Old Yu smiled faintly.
"Naturally. But do you really think I'd tell you the whole truth at this stage?"
Yu Xuan exhaled loudly, clearly dissatisfied.
"Then why did you come to see me now?" he asked.
"Do you want control of the body again?"
The memory of the Martial Ancestor's Inheritance still lingered in his mind.
And Old Yu's expression instantly soured.
