Ning Daoran's gaze swept across the Han Family members, and to his surprise, he spotted among them an Immortal Seed hiding a Third Grade Golden Spirit Root, who looked only six or seven years old, dressed in a red cotton jacket, with little chubby cheeks.
For a moment, Ning Daoran's heart stirred. After weighing the decision for a moment, he decided to leave an opportunity for the descendants of the Han Family. This would also honor the memory of Junior Sister Han Bing.
In the side hall, a group of the Han Family's descendants took a short rest.
Accompanied by Chen Yuzhu and Lin Ye, Ning Daoran approached, clad in a green robe, with one hand placed behind his back.
"Kneel down quickly!"
A middle-aged man, quick to seize the opportunity, whispered in a low voice, "This is Ancestor Ning... the brother of Ancestor's mentor, the one who helped our Han Family reclaim Qiushui Lake back in the day!"
"Ah?"
