Jiang Congtang wondered whether this relative would go? Back to their original residence, to seek out other souls, wanting to know if all their people were truly dead?
Of course, he also knew that going back could lead to being captured by others.
As a soul, the inherent power is not strong, much less so of a soul's power.
If caught by enemies lying in wait, and then become their refiner.
Jiang Congtang's feelings were complicated, the hatred in his heart growing stronger.
However, he still held back and didn't cry.
Already a young man, the endurance of these years made it so that even if he harbored hatred, no one would know.
He still silently shed tears within the flying artifact.
The flying artifact set off again, and this stop was the hometown of his youth.
Jiang Congtang was born in that immortal city, where many families lived, many of which intermarried and competed for resources.
