Ling Tianyu felt a wave of discomfort upon hearing what his great-uncle had to say; these words struck a chord deep within him.
In those bygone days, he and his wife were much the same; what if they hadn't met, or if the master hadn't endured so much to find him, what then? He truly dared not imagine, nor did he want to.
Or what if his master had found him a bit later, what would have become of his wife? Only he could intervene to heal at that time.
Or what if Duan Yanran had already remarried, what then?
He genuinely couldn't accept such a situation, much less wanted to think about it.
Ling Tianyu exhaled deeply, understanding the sentiment of his great-uncle; what if they couldn't meet in the next life, what then?
Or what if they could never find each other again?
"From what I know, I can't use any methods to retrieve other souls." Ling Tianyu said, "Maybe it's because my cultivation is shallow, and I don't know more ways yet."
