"Brother Gou, how do you injure people with your voice?"
Tian Lin stood on the ninety-first stone step, looking at the Daoist Child sprawled on the bed.
The Daoist Child, squinting and without lifting his head, said:
"That's my Innate Divine Ability. If you want to learn it, I'm not opposed to teaching you. It's just that I want to eat bones now, so you'll have to cook tonight's meal."
It wasn't a difficult task, Tian Lin discovered that ever since he entered through this gate, the Daoist Child had been easy to coax.
"Brother Gou, that collar of yours, what kind of Magical Treasure is it?"
Tian Lin continued to ask. The Daoist Child, still lying on the bed, answered lazily, "That is my Innate Magical Treasure, given to me by the old master, and that I cannot give to you."
"What are Innate Divine Abilities and Innate Magical Treasures?"
"Innate Divine Abilities are divine skills that one is born with, which aside from a few geniuses, most people will not possess.
