Long Ziyue stepped back quietly, nodded slightly, the man was overjoyed, and was about to get closer, but was stopped by the figure that quietly stepped out, "You're scared of the moon"

When the man heard this, he hurriedly took two steps back, and said apologetically: "I've scared Miss Ling Yue, I'm Ling Yan, the patriarch of the Yin Clan."

Long Ziyue bowed slightly, and then said clearly: "Can you let me see the little boy?" ”

Ling Yan nodded hurriedly, stretched out his hand to lead the way, "Miss Ling Yue, please come with me"

The group followed Ling Yan through the hall, bypassed the barrier, and came to the study in the side hall, Ling Yan stopped in front of the bookshelf, stretched out his hand and pressed on a raised box, and the bookshelf rumbled apart to the album, revealing a secret door, Ling Yan nodded, and took the lead in approaching the secret door, followed by several people entering.

Inside the secret door is a secret room, and an ice coffin is placed in the middle of the secret room, and the ice coffin is surrounded by cold mist, filling the secret room like an ice cellar, and the cold white mist can faintly see a body.

Ling Yan stepped forward, gently stroked the cold ice coffin, and said with a look in his eyes: "Miss Ling Yue, this is my child who died early, in order to prevent his body from decaying, I placed it in the ice coffin."

Long Ziyue raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and lowered her eyes to look at the ice coffin.

Inside the ice coffin was a young man, about seven or eight years old, very delicate and well-behaved, perhaps the reason for the long sealing of the ice coffin, his face was a little pale, but he was not half dead.

"Lingyi has been weak since he was a child, and he didn't know how many tonics he had taken since he was a child, but he didn't get any better, and he didn't survive three months ago, and he passed away regretfully" Speaking of Lingyi, Lingyan's eyes still have grief.

Long Ziyue frowned slightly, looked at the ice coffin again, and said coldly: "The pain of losing a son is extremely heavy, but Ling Yue thinks that the patriarch insists on saving his son for another reason."

Ling Yan's eyes were shocked, and the bottom of his eyes was a little gloomy.

"Patriarch" Ling Yun was about to step forward, but was stopped by Ling Yan raising his hand

Easing his mood slightly, Ling Yan lightly hooked his lower lip, and said softly: "Miss Ling Yue is right, there is indeed another reason why this sect insists on saving the son."

"Would you like to tell the patriarch?"

Ling Yan took a light breath and said in a low voice: "Ling Yi is the purest child of the Spirit Emperor's bloodline among the descendants of the Yin Clan in this generation, if it weren't for this, this sect would not have gone to such great lengths to save his life."

"Spirit Emperor bloodline?" Long Ziyue muttered softly

Ling Yan nodded, and said with deep eyes: "Miss Ling Yue must have known that the Yin Clan is the descendant of the Ancient Spirit Emperor, and has its own Spirit Emperor vein, but after thousands of years of inheritance, the power of the bloodline has become thin, if there is no Emperor Vein to replenish, I am afraid that it will be difficult to protect the name of the Emperor Clan, therefore, Yi'er's bloodline is urgently needed."

"I see" Long Ziyue knew clearly, but the inheritance of the emperor's vein was like this, if he couldn't get a new bloodline supplement, he would lose the power of the emperor's vein after a long time and become an ordinary person.

Ling Yan sighed lightly, if it weren't for the hermit clan, how could he risk letting the clan go to the phantom spirit space to find the Bixin Clear Spirit Fruit, such a dangerous situation is not something anyone can go to.

"Patriarch, let me see the little boy," Long Ziyue smiled

Ling Yan hurriedly responded, stepped to the side of the ice coffin and condensed the switch, the coffin lid slowly opened, revealing the figure in the coffin, Long Ziyue stepped forward, probed into the spiritual power to check Ling Yi's pulse, and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter, is Yi'er saved?"

Long Ziyue withdrew her hand and said with a deep brow: "The little boy's soul body is very weak, and the soul source is broken, if you don't try to repair it, even if you are resurrected, it won't last for three years."