Jing Yan's words triggered a visibly intense fluctuation in the energy of Ling Luo's residual soul.
Clearly, his emotions were greatly agitated.
Who would want to see their descendants slaughtered to the brink of extinction? Who wouldn't wish for their family to endure forever? He had thought the family lineage was no more, but now he had heard from Jing Yan that he had come across a female martial artist named Ling Qi.
Hope was rekindled in Ling Luo's heart. Perhaps he still had descendants alive in the world.
"Young friend, I have a request," Ling Luo said earnestly to Jing Yan.
"Senior, please speak. If it is within my power, I will do my utmost," Jing Yan replied, bowing respectfully to Ling Luo.
"I would like to ask you, young friend, to find my descendants and help them rebuild the family to a certain extent so that they can take their revenge!" Ling Luo's voice became filled with passion.
Jing Yan, however, frowned slightly.