Feng Yu was sitting in her room, looking at a portrait.
The portrait depicted a middle aged man sitting on a chair. Next to him, there was a beautiful woman. And in the woman's lap, there was a little girl who didn't look any older than ten years of age.
The portrait looked like a true family picture, even though it was drawn by an artist. For quite some time, she gazed at the portrait.
It was only after she heard a knock on the door, she shifted her attention. She kept the portrait in her storage ring.
"You can come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, a person appeared in her room out of thin air.
"Did you find what I asked?" Feng Yu asked.
"I believe it was in the coastal city of the Southern Continent," a woman's voice came in response.
"Did you find his trace then?" Feng Yu questioned the hooded figure.
