Zhao Yu said, "You are Ling Lianxue?"
"Indeed! It is my honor to be remembered by the elder!"
With respectful obeisance, Ling Lianxue, gazing upon Zhao Yu, whose exceptional poise and otherworldly demeanor resembled that of a youth, felt a flicker of complex emotions. A tide of regret and bitterness surged in her heart as she spoke with a smile.
Zhao Yu asked, "What about your mother and sister?"
"They have both passed away. Elder, this is my sister's grandson, Ling Feilong, who possesses a Supreme Grade Spirit Root. Could I trouble the elder to consider my father's connection and take him as a direct disciple?"
Ling Lianxue patted the shoulder of a tall and handsome young man.
The youth stood up and respectfully said, "Ling Feilong pays respects to Elder Zhao."
Zhao Yu indifferently replied, "Let him join the sect according to the rules."