Zhao Li looked at Ling Poshan, wanting to settle the matter from a hundred years ago, and asked the Clan Head of the Spirit Race about his situation.
Hearing this, the Spirit Race Clan Head's mind raced. From Zhao Li's words, he could tell that Zhao Li knew Ling Poshan, but Ling Poshan didn't recognize him. Based on his understanding of Ling Poshan, this didn't seem faked. If the latter recognized a terrifying existence like Zhao Li, he wouldn't be so calm.
Moreover, where did Ling Poshan, this cultivation maniac, get to know Zhao Li? After entering the Spirit Race, almost all of his actions were transparent unless...
Unless it was before he arrived at the Spirit Race!
Thinking of this, Ling Haoran's expression became serious, and his mind spun. After a moment, he cautiously asked:
"May I ask what relationship Senior has with him?"
Although he felt that Zhao Li's expression towards Yun Poshan didn't seem malicious, he was afraid that he truly had a grudge against these people, which would then implicate the Spirit Race, so he asked very carefully.
"Someone entrusted me to look after him within my power."
Zhao Li answered truthfully. The moment he saw Ling Poshan, he instantly understood why he had searched the Continent for a hundred years but couldn't find any trace of the people from that shattered Pocket World. They had actually been transported to another Pocket World.
I should have thought of this long ago. If they weren't on the Continent, they could only be in a Pocket World.
He shook his head inwardly, mocking himself. He had never even considered searching in that direction.
Hearing Zhao Li's words, Ling Haoran quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Presumably, Senior is the one who made the Soul Clan suffer a hundred years ago?"
A hundred years ago, these two hundred-odd people suddenly appeared in the Spirit Realm. The key was that they also had Spirit Race Bloodline, and their grade wasn't low. Although most were around Fifth Rank, the outstanding ones reached Ninth Grade, and there was even a Young Girl who had a Divine Grade Bloodline!
Such an event naturally shocked the entire Spirit Race. After investigation, they roughly learned about the commotion in the outside world: the Ruins appearing, a Half-Saint falling, and their people also detected traces of super strong practitioners. Combined with the actions of the Soul Hall, they also had some guesses.
As for these inexplicably appearing people, they were naturally settled within the Spirit Race. The outstanding ones were even treated as key training targets for the Spirit Race's Juniors, and Ling Meng was even considered the foremost Junior!
However, in the Dou Qi Continent, there was no shortage of conflict, not just Dou Qi, but also scheming and infighting. The Spirit Race was no exception. Even though Ling Poshan and these people had always been well-behaved, there were still Spirit Race Elders who used their status as outsiders to stir up trouble and make small moves from time to time.
Ling Haoran also knew that they couldn't be blamed. Firstly, it was because these people took a portion of resources from their Juniors. Secondly, although these people weren't many, their Talent was good, especially Ling Poshan and Ling Meng. They were afraid that after they passed away in a few hundred years, the Spirit Race would become their Wedding Dress, even though they also had Spirit Race Bloodline!
However, as Time passed, Ling Meng broke through to Dou Sheng and gained the right to speak. This kind of voice finally became quieter, and even slowly disappeared. After all, internal conflict was for the sake of competing for resources. Ling Meng showed them the hope of making the Spirit Race stronger. If the Spirit Race was stronger, there would be more resources. They were very clear about this kind of thing.
Ling Haoran's words already admitted the origin of Ling Poshan and others, that they indeed came from those Ruins. Zhao Li didn't deny it. Although the one who made the Soul Clan suffer was actually the Spirit Emperor's Soul body using his body, the one the Soul Clan was wanted was indeed himself. He nodded, seemingly thinking Ling Poshan was recovering too slowly, and drew him over, directly injecting a wisp of Innate Qi to cleanse the Death Qi in his Soul.
The effect was remarkable. Ling Poshan quickly woke up. Seeing the strong existence that made even Hun Tiandi, who was like a god or devil in his eyes, lose composure, standing before him, his expression changed slightly.
Then, he saw Zhao Li's appearance blur for a moment, and when it became clear again, it had turned into a somewhat familiar face.
Ling Poshan was a little stunned, and then figures flashed through his mind, finally exclaiming:
"Ling Li?! You're still alive?! You..."
Saying this, he suddenly stopped, as if he had already realized. Perhaps there had never been a Ling Li, only an outsider's strong practitioner...
Zhao Li saw him fall silent and sighed slightly. Although he could vaguely see another timeline where he didn't exist, it would still cause suspicion due to people disappearing from time to time, and eventually the Pocket World would be directly knocked out of The Void by a Dou Sheng. But that was just a possibility. In this real timeline, the Pocket World's calamity was directly related to him.
He didn't say anything more. He pointed a finger, transmitting the matter entrusted to him by the Great Elder into his Sea of Consciousness, and also returned the two Storage Rings to him. In addition, he gave him a Communication Talisman and said:
"Returning things to their rightful owner. It seems I have failed the Great Elder's entrustment. If you encounter any difficulties from now on, or have any new plans, you can contact me."
Zhao Li found that he had been busy for a hundred years for nothing. They were doing very well and didn't need him to do anything more. Moreover, he didn't know what else he could do.
In the end, he could only give a promise, just as the Great Elder had entrusted him back then, to ensure that their Legacy would not be cut off.
Ling Poshan digested the information Zhao Li transmitted to him, his expression complex. After a long time, he said faintly:
"Ling Meng has been looking for you. Do you want to see her?"
"Ah? Who?"
Zhao Li asked back, and then memories surged, and he realized that the Ling Meng he was talking about was the only survivor of the Village where he had first stayed.
But why is she looking for me?
Zhao Li felt Doubt. Given Ling Meng's age at that time, and the fact that she never woke up until he rescued her and handed her over to the Great Elder, she shouldn't know anything.
He pondered for a moment, shook his head, and refused:
"No need. Just pretend that Ling Li perished along with that Village."
Before Zhao Li finished speaking, a clear female voice sounded in their ears, full of resentment:
"That's right, the Village was destroyed, Father, Brothers, Uncles all died. Brother Ling Li, are you going to leave me too?"
Immediately after, a woman with a veil covering her face appeared before Zhao Li and the others. Behind her were several Spirit Guards, including the one who had spoken with Zhao Li earlier.
Zhao Li was startled. From the woman's resentful words, he already understood the identity of the newcomer; it was Ling Meng, whom the two had been talking about.
He had naturally sensed Ling Meng's arrival, but the newcomer's Strength as a Six-Star Dou Sheng made him think she was a Spirit Race Elder, and he hadn't associated her with the Little Guy who had barely survived a hundred years ago.
He stared blankly at the woman with the veil, and when he saw her exposed eyes, he sighed softly. It seemed he had left a debt a hundred years ago...
Nothing else, Zhao Li saw a hint of relaxed curiosity, two parts cautiousness, three parts pleading hope, and four parts grievance and dependence in Ling Meng's dark, lively eyes...
Divine Grade Bloodline, a Temperament far surpassing others from a young age. After suffering a great change, Ling Meng was rescued by Zhao Li. In this situation, Zhao Li's figure was Imprinted in her heart. She had already regarded the Zhao Li who saved her as a Towering Tree in her life.
Searching for Zhao Li seemed to have become the motivation for her hundred years of diligent cultivation. But after a hundred years, she heard such a sentence from Zhao Li; he wasn't even willing to see her.
Zhao Li didn't know her thoughts, but from her complex gaze, he had already seen some signs and was calculating how to resolve this matter.
When it came to feelings, if not handled properly, it would truly be troublesome
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