"No need to worry. He exists very stably, and the strength of his soul is far greater than it was at the time of his death," Lord Wangquan said slowly.
Ever since Lu Ran had entered Wang Sheng Hall, he had remained calm and composed. But upon hearing Lord Wangquan's words, his body could not help but tremble.
His father was still alive.
No, he was already dead, but his departed soul still existed.
"Soul strength?" Lu Ran lifted his eyes toward the stone statue.
"Mm." Lord Wangquan responded softly. "After meeting you for the first time, I discovered that you were that Lord's disciple, so I had Rouyin investigate your identity.
Only then did I learn that you were the descendant of the departed soul in my hands.
From then on, I often nourished this departed soul, waiting for this day to arrive."
Lu Ran remained silent for a long time. In the end, he still pressed his palms together and bowed deeply in thanks. "Thank you, Lord Wangquan. May I—"
Kacha.
Far behind him, the heavy hall doors were suddenly pushed open.
Lu Ran turned his head slightly and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, only to see Li Rouyin walking over at an unhurried pace.
Inside Wang Sheng Hall, she no longer needed her blind cane. Her slender figure moved through the dense red threads, reaching the depths of the hall before kneeling respectfully. "Lord Wangquan, you summoned me."
Whoosh~
A phantom abruptly unfolded from Li Rouyin's body.
It was a female God, dressed in ancient charm. She wore a magnificent black gown adorned with exquisite dark-gold patterns.
Her jet-black long hair was pinned behind her head, with dark-gold ornaments decorating her as well. They set off her noble bearing and closely matched her