Under the night sky,
the wind howled through the heavens, while countless lights from homes passed beneath one's feet.
"An Siyan, you..."
Jiang Ding asked softly, "How are your grandparents doing?"
As for Jin Lingfeng, Immortal Yueling's daughter, she had no such worries.
"They passed away before I was born."
An Siyan shook her head: "My parents are both Foundation-building cultivators who chose to have me after realizing that their path to the Golden Pill was hopeless, so I have no memory of my grandparents."
This was actually quite common among cultivators.
Only when one hits a bottleneck in their path and can no longer make a breakthrough do they consider leaving descendants as a contingency plan.
"However, I think the problem you're facing is one that I will sooner or later encounter too."
