Zhao Xieren sighed, and then looked at Wu Long in silence for a brief time, his deeply sunken eyes intently peering into the latter's expression. He then looked at Liang Yuhan with the same intensity before turning back to Wu Long.
"Hmm, strictly speaking I wasn't looking for you but for someone who should be with you"
After a few moments, he slowly started speaking, measuring every word as if still deciding whether to proceed or stop.
"As Madam Liang said, this old man had many descendants across the continent, but most of them did not live that long.
There are two notable exceptions, one of which is my eldest son, who was born long before this world became our cage. The other one lived long enough to produce offspring, albeit at a young age, but died soon after"
The old man spoke with a little bitterness, as years passed in front of his eyes and a myriad of faces flashed in his memories.
