Seeing Song Qingming staring intently at him, Tongtian Sanren let out a soft sigh and said:
"When this old man first entered the Dao, I too joined a sect to cultivate and left behind several descendants in this world.
"But as time flowed on, I thought I had long since lost all connection with them. No one in this world should have known what I looked like back then.
"I never expected that, by chance, young friend would find this painting. You must have encountered one of this old man's descendants. That truly is surprising.
"It seems there really is some fate between you and me."
"Senior, were you also an ancestor of the Southern Yue Sect back then?"
"Hahaha, that was all several tens of thousands of years ago. The Southern Yue Sect has long ceased to exist. Speaking of it now would only add to the sorrow."
Tongtian Sanren smiled and waved his hand without offering further explanation, then raised his eyes to look at the two before him.
"This old man is merely a lingering thought and has little time left to waste. If the Two Young Friends have no further questions, come and receive this master's inheritance!"
With that, spiritual light emerged from Tongtian Sanren's hand and swiftly condensed into a circular spell formation before him.
He looked up at the two ahead.
"..."
Yet, under Tongtian Sanren's expectant gaze, Song Qingming and Xia Mo remained where they stood, showing no intention whatsoever of moving.
At this sight, Tongtian Sanren's expression gradually began to turn strange.
His eyes held a trace of confusion as he looked at them.
"Did the Two Young Friends not come here for this cultivation art's inheritance? Why do you still have reservations?"
"I truly apologize. Though what Senior says sounds wonderful,