Li Yan and Zi Kun then took their seats off to one side below.
"Fellow Daoist Li, forgive my presumption, but what is your relationship with Zi Kun?"
Xiang Ling nodded slightly at Li Yan.
"We met by chance while traveling in the lower realm. We were both rather weak then, so afterward we traveled together, gaining experience out in the world!"
"Oh? Then you also came from the lower realm, Fellow Daoist Li? Which continent was it? The same one as Zi Kun?"
"We both came from the Desolate Moon Continent!"
As the two exchanged questions and answers, the other two deacon elders simply listened. They could infer quite a few things from the conversation.
At this point, Xiang Ling stopped questioning Li Yan and turned to Zi Kun instead.
"Zi Kun, you said you ascended from the lower realm. How did you find this place, then? Where are the members of your branch?"
Once Xiang Ling asked this question, the other two deacon elders turned toward him together, immediately focusing their attention.
At her words, Zi Kun's expression suddenly darkened. After a brief silence, he finally answered.
"I am the last survivor of my clan. By the time I was old enough to remember anything, only my parents and I remained.
"We lived somewhere extremely remote, a bitterly cold and desolate place. Then, for some unknown reason, a powerful demon cultivator suddenly appeared.
"After a great battle, only my father escaped with me, but by then he was already gravely wounded. In the end, I never even knew where he had taken me.
"Along the way, we crashed to the ground. He... he died there! From that day onward, I never saw another member of my clan. I grew up hiding wherever I could.
"Only after ascending to