"Don't worry, he exists steadily; his soul's strength is much greater than when he died," Wang Quan said slowly.
Ever since Lu Ran entered the Rebirth Hall, he had always remained composed and calm, but when he heard Wang Quan's words, his body couldn't help but shiver.
Father is still alive.
No, he had already died, but his soul still existed.
"Soul strength?" Lu Ran lifted his eyes to look at the stone sculpture.
"Yes," Wang Quan responded softly, "After our first meeting, I discovered you were a disciple of that lord, so I asked Rouyin to investigate your identity.
Only then did I learn that you are a descendant of the dead soul in my hand.
Since then, I've often nourished this dead soul, waiting for this day to come."
Lu Ran remained silent for a long time, finally brought his hands together, and bowed deeply in thanks, "Thank you, Lord Wang Quan, may I..."
"Creak."
From afar, the heavy hall door suddenly was pushed open.
