"If Young Master wishes to know, of course there is no problem."
The young woman named Xueling sighed, a few traces of desolation appearing on her face. Times had changed; in the blink of an eye, a million years had already passed.
In the past, she too had been a mighty Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator who commanded the winds and clouds. Now, however, only a wisp of her remnant soul remained. To say the past was too unbearable to look back on would not be an exaggeration.
The only thing worth rejoicing over was that, after a million years, the Ink Moon Tribe's inherited treasure had not been buried into obscurity, and had even waited until such an extraordinary successor appeared.
If he was willing to cooperate with her, perhaps there was still a turn for the better.
Thinking to this point, a few traces of excitement flashed across the young woman's face. Her cherry lips parted slightly. "To make a long story short, Young Master wishes to know why the Ink Moon Tribe declined. Then allow this concubine to ask first: as for the origins of the Lost Realm, does Young Master know them clearly?"
"This... Lin has heard a little."
Lin Xuan spoke in thought, but then astonishment appeared on his face. The other party had mentioned the Lost Realm—could it be that the decline of the Ink Moon Tribe was also because of the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons?
That was what he thought in his heart, and there was no need to put on false courtesies with the other party over this matter, so an extremely surprised expression naturally showed on his face.
"Young Master is clever; it seems you have already thought of it. Correct. The reason my Ink Moon Tribe declined cannot be said to be