Speaking of the sect elder who had founded the [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion's Golden Mist Continent Branch] back then.
Su Qingyue could not help but recall the various records about that person within the sect. Somewhat regretfully, she said:
"Although the person who founded the [Golden Mist Continent Branch] appears not to have perished, judging by the token that senior left within the sect, they vanished many years ago while seeking an opportunity to break through. Who knows whether they will ever return in the future."
"..."
Hearing that.
Ling Wuyuan could only remain speechless.
At the same time, he inwardly sighed that this truly was a fantasy world. The [Golden Mist Continent Branch] had already been passed down through who knew how many generations.
For many descendants, never mind whether they had died a natural death.
Even their ashes had long since decayed away.
Yet the founder of the [Golden Mist Continent Branch] was most likely still alive somewhere in the world...
That was indeed perfectly in line with the fantasy world's traditional notion that the strong lived longer than the next.
People often had no idea whether, from some inconspicuous corner, an elder who had not shown their face in countless years might suddenly emerge.
Even when enemies exterminated a sect, they often had no way of knowing whether they had truly pulled up the roots and eliminated every last trace.
Not even divination or prophecy could guarantee the truth of the matter.
This had directly resulted in the world being filled with countless unsolved mysteries since ancient times.
Often, even after the target's entire sect had been wiped out.
No one dared claim credit for it.
They feared that, at some point in the future, the other side might suddenly produce a powerful elder who had