Global Lords: My Heroes Grow Infinitely Chapter 338 - 247: The Relationship Between the Ruins and Me

ng Die imdiately opened her eyes and said, "Sorry, I’m awake now."

"No need for Coke?" Rosen asked.

"No need, thank you." ng Die replied politely.

Imdiately, the three of them simultaneously looked at the note that ca out of the sarcophagus.

ng Die said, "Do you know why I suddenly fainted just now?"

"Why?"

"Because I just suddenly rembered the origin of this note."

"The origin of the note, could it be that you recognize this sarcophagus, ng Die?"

"Yes, not only do I recognize it, but the material of this sarcophagus is from a tree I planted."

This statent caught Rosen and Barefoot Immortal off guard.

ng Die continued, "I planted this tree when I was seven years old. At that ti, it was just a sapling, and ten thousand years later, it grew into a towering tree. I then wrote my wish on a note and threw it into the tree hole."

"So, at ten thousand years old, you’re still a child, the Heavenly Mountain Granny, right?" Rosen said, puzzled.

"That’s right, my true identity is actually Heavenly Mountain Granny, the ancestor of the Carefree Sect!" ng Die didn’t hide anything and said.

Rosen and Barefoot Immortal finally felt fear. After all, Heavenly Mountain Granny is a terrifying figure; an ice charm can directly kill soone!

After feeling fear, Rosen and Barefoot Immortal respectfully said to ng Die, "So what’s the deal with this note?"

"Do I even need to say it? Of course, it was an assignnt from my kindergarten teacher, to write a letter to my future self."

Ah, this?

Rosen and Barefoot Immortal were a bit bewildered.

"To ensure the letter didn’t rot prematurely, I painfully chopped down the tree I had planted for ten thousand years to make this coffin and then stored the letter. And to make sure it wasn’t opened prematurely, I transferred the coffin through a ti tunnel."

Upon hearing this, Rosen and Barefoot Immortal realized that this was all ng Die’s plan from childhood.

"So, it’s not the work of so celestial being?"

"Yes, it’s definitely not the work of so celestial being; it was just a childhood assignnt."

After confirming several tis, Rosen resud using the Golden Cudgel to excavate the relic.

"Eighty!"

"Eighty!"

"Eighty!"

This ti, he chiseled out sothing incredible.

It turned out to be a certificate for a model student!

And the na written on the certificate was ng Die’s.

"Ah, this, what’s going on with this certificate, why is your na on it too, ng Die?" Rosen and Barefoot Immortal were feeling eerie again.

"Actually, this was also transferred through a ti tunnel, so you don’t need to doubt it."

Though ng Die told them not to doubt, Rosen and Barefoot Immortal beca more suspicious.

"Barefoot, do you think ng Die might be the owner of this relic?"

"Hmm, it’s possible, maybe we should test her." Barefoot Immortal said, then stepped in front of ng Die and said, "I’m fifty years old this year, and there’s a ten-year gap between and my daughter. Next year, my daughter will turn twenty. Can you tell how old I am now?"

Upon hearing this, ng Die decisively said, "You’re fifty years old now."

Barefoot Immortal’s face changed instantly.

"What’s wrong, Barefoot, did you notice sothing wrong?" Rosen whispered.

"There’s a big problem; this ng Die doesn’t seem real; she didn’t suspect there was a problem with my question!" Barefoot Immortal said.

"Isn’t that nonsense, if there’s no problem, how can it be a problem?"

"No, I an my question is flawed. First, I don’t have a daughter at all. Second, even if I did, we couldn’t have a ten-year gap. Third, even with a ten-year gap, my daughter couldn’t be twenty next year."

Barefoot Immortal revealed the flaws in his question one after another.

Rosen quickly offered a possible answer, "Could it be that you have at least two goddaughters?"

Upon hearing this, Barefoot Immortal patted his head and said, "It seems there’s such a possibility."

Rosen shook his head and said, "You won’t get answers this way; let try."

Rosen then approached ng Die and said, "..."