Feng Yu was sitting in her room, looking at a portrait.
The portrait depicted a middle aged man sitting on a chair. Next to him, there was a beautiful woman. And in the woman's lap, there was a little girl who didn't look any older than ten years of age.
The portrait looked like a true family picture, even though it was drawn by an artist. For quite some time, she gazed at the portrait.
It was only after she heard a knock on the door, she shifted her attention. She kept the portrait in her storage ring.
"You can come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, a person appeared in her room out of thin air.
"Did you find what I asked?" Feng Yu asked.
"I believe it was in the coastal city of the Southern Continent," a woman's voice came in response.
"Did you find his trace then?" Feng Yu questioned the hooded figure.
"If only..." The hooded figure briefly paused before explaining further. "The Coastal City has been destroyed. With the destruction, all the traces are gone."
