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"Who?" Ling Yun reflexively looked around cautiously, and his gaze locked onto the middle-aged man who was seated cross-legged on the Profound Crystal Jade Stage. "It's you?"

"The junior is not bad. He actually guessed that it was me!" The middle-aged man's forehead suddenly flickered with a bright light as an illusory figure slowly appeared. From the looks of it, it was the middle-aged man.

"So it's just a remnant of a soul stored in my spiritual space!" The instant he saw the middle-aged man's image, Ling Yun immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

As he had said, if this middle-aged man was able to form his Fire Elemental Dao foundation and his heart meridian was burnt, it would be difficult for his spirit body to escape. How could he still be alive?

The appearance of the middle-aged man had undoubtedly confirmed his guess.

But even though he knew that his opponent was only a remnant soul, Ling Yun did not dare to be careless. His body tensed up and he looked at his opponent with vigilance.

Even if the opponent was only a remnant soul, the opponent's strength could not be underestimated. Normally, when a Martial Saint encountered one, they would only suffer.

However, what made him feel relieved was that the middle-aged man was only sizing him up, and didn't have any intention of attacking him.

If he did not make a move, Ling Yun would naturally not make a move, and would continue to size the middle-aged man up.

Very quickly, he frowned slightly. When he looked at the middle-aged man's face, he felt a sense of familiarity, but he was sure that whether it was in his previous life or this life, he had never seen the latter.

The pain from the swelling became more intense, as if his meridians were about to burst. Lingyun frowned.

He was shocked in his heart. Could it be that this middle-aged man noticed his current condition and was delaying him, causing him to become weak?

Impossible! Although this would indeed weaken him, he would not be able to gain any benefits.

The reason why he had existed for so many years after dying was due to the remnants of that skin bag.

Now that he left his physical body, the situation was even worse than before. The power of the remnant soul was definitely being rapidly consumed. Soon, it would disappear from this world.

He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart as he controlled the Mental Energy circulation to slow down, trying to reduce the pressure on his Jing and Mai as much as possible.

Just like that, the two of them sized each other up. Neither of them spoke, so the small, dark room was completely silent.

"You are a younger generation member of the Ling Family?" After a long while, the middle-aged man finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice was calm, and his deep eyes stared at Ling Yun, as if trying to see through his inner world.

"That's right!" Ling Yun's brows slightly furrowed, and immediately nodded in acknowledgement. On the continent, the Ling Family definitely wasn't limited to just the Soaring Cloud Empire.

However, the latter had been in closed-door training in this place for at most three to five hundred years. Naturally, they could not be referring to the other Ling Family members, but to the Imperial Family of the Soaring Cloud Empire.

Seeing him admit it, the middle-aged man's unperturbed expression suddenly became excited, and the way he looked at Ling Yun became gentle. Even his illusory figure was trembling lightly, like ripples.

Ling Yun was confused, but very quickly his body trembled, his heart was shocked, could it be …

"What generation are you?" The middle-aged man calmed his emotional state and looked at Ling Yun gently. He looked very benevolent, as if he was an old man looking at his own child.

It made Lingyun even more certain of his guess.

"Junior is the thirty-third generation descendant of the Ling Family!" Ling Yun's voice carried a trace of respect as he replied.

The lifespan of a martial artist was longer than that of an ordinary person. It had been almost two thousand years since the founding of the Ling family's ancestor, Ling Xiao. If it was any other family, it would have been at least forty or fifty generations.