Chapter 872: Descendant of the Ning Clan, Ning Shiqi
He smiled gently, like the soft light blooming in the spring, without the slightest oppression, or a hint of danger, not only did Han Jing feel puzzled, even Su Yu felt a slight doubt.
The journey here had indeed been arduous, so they were prepared for the possibility of encountering an eccentric, elderly, perhaps morose, reclusive master living here. Yet, the person before them, warm and gentle as jade, bore not the faintest resemblance to their expectations.
Han Jing found it even more unbelievable.
"Are you the master of this place?" However, having come this far, Han Jing felt that regardless of who the other party was, they needed to get to the bottom of things.
They had come to find people, Yun Qingyao, missing for many years, and Yun Feng and An Chuxue, who had been missing for more than two months; the most likely place for them to have disappeared was here.
Even though the person before them was vastly different from what they imagined, who can ever fully know another’s heart? Like Xia Ji, so beautiful and gentle in voice, who would have thought she could be so venomous? So, even though this person seemed harmless, Han Jing’s instincts triggered caution.
"I... sort of am, and sort of not." The young man softly replied, "By a stroke of luck, I came to this place and settled here, that’s all."
Han Jing... Alright, this riddle wasn’t entertaining in the least.
"Hello, I’m Han Jing, and this is my husband Su Yu. We came here looking for our friends who went missing two months ago, a man and a woman, around our age, along with a Silver Wolf. I wonder if, young sir, you’ve ever seen them?" Han Jing asked straightforwardly.
"Ah, so you’ve come looking for someone. Breaking through the array in this valley to reach here is quite a fate in itself. I am Ning Shiqi, pleased to meet you." Ning Shiqi put down the scissors in his hand and nodded at them in greeting.
"Descendant of the Ning Clan?" At this moment, Lianwu, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke up.
Han Jing looked at Lianwu in confusion.
Even Su Yu didn’t understand what the so-called descendant of the Ning clan meant.
Ning Shiqi merely laughed softly, "It’s rare for someone to know."
Oh no, the person before us... is not human.
However, indeed, no one in this world knows of the Ning Clan anymore.
Without waiting for Ning Shiqi to explain, Lianwu said, "The Ning Clan, along with the Xia Clan and the Feng Clan, were considered the last of the Divine Clan. However, the Feng Clan dwindled, the Xia Clan went into seclusion, and the Ning Clan was erased."
In all the existing records in the world, including the historical books of the Xia Clan, there was not even a tiny mention of the Ning Clan, let alone in the history of the Spirit Cultivation Realm.
The Ning Clan seemed as though it never appeared in this world, with all traces thoroughly wiped clean.
No one would ever think that beneath the secluded, hidden cliff of the Fengling Snow Mountain, there still lay descendants of the Ning Clan.
Lianwu’s brief explanation almost made Han Jing’s eyes pop out: "Divine Clan? Erased? ... Why?"
Shouldn’t the Divine Clan be incredibly powerful? Like the Xia Clan, how many astonishing talents have they produced? One Xia Ji turned the entire Spirit Cultivation Realm upside down.