If Ling Chuxi's guess was not wrong, this old man was the other surviving God-level master, Junjun Ling Xuantong. From the looks of it, his injuries were even more serious than uncle Qin 's. Back then, his cultivation level of God-level had already fallen to monarch-level, but his every move gave people an indescribable pressure.
"Subordinate Ling Boran pays his respects to the head deacon!" As soon as uncle Ling saw Ling Xuantong, he quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, his eyes full of respect.
Only then did Ling Chuxi know that Ling Xuantong was actually the Ling family's head Minister of offerings. With the Ling family's past glory, it was likely that with just a stomp of his feet, half of the heaven domain would tremble. Looking at his old and Haggard face again, Ling Chuxi could not help but feel a burst of sadness.
"You may rise." Ling Xuantong waved his hand and said indifferently.
