The Pingxi Continent was one of the twelve lower continents of the Vast Continent.
He had just returned from the Pingxi Continent.
He had also just dined with his parents and other descendants of his clan. Although he hadn't developed too profound of an attachment, they were after all descendants of his parents and thus part of his own lineage. Hearing about the death of these relatives now, he couldn't help but feel a touch of sorrow.
He sighed deeply, feeling somewhat helpless as he sat in the rocking chair.
Since the incident had already occurred, there was not much to be done about it. He could only move on, thankful that he returned early. Otherwise, he would have perished alongside the Pingxi Continent.
However...
The expression of this white-haired, old man gradually turned peculiar. Those people from the Pingxi Continent were descendants of his forebears, which meant, if nothing had happened to his father, they should be his ancestral descendants too.
