"What, what did you just say?!" Lin Zifeng froze, his eyes flustered, feeling as if his heart had been fiercely stabbed by something sharp, a sensation akin to receiving the most wonderful news in the world.
"I suspect your father is still alive." Jia Zhenjing pursed his lips; in fact, he didn't actually know if the Holy War Angel was dead or not, but he had a strong premonition that the Holy War Angel was still alive.
"You say my father is still alive!" With a swoosh, Lin Zifeng stood up from the ground, his eyes wide open.
"Yes, it is very likely he's still alive. Considering how powerful your father is, how could he die so easily?" The old man gently patted his shoulder, seemingly to comfort him.
"Residual soul in the Dark Prison? What does that mean? Could it be that my father's soul is trapped in the Dark Prison?" Lin Zifeng was shocked. Residual soul? Only those who have died would leave behind a residual soul.
