It was a vague feeling; Ling Han could roughly tell the direction he should be heading towards, but not the exact location.
A large city was soon in his sights. Ling Han guessed that his descendants had to be somewhere in here.
The scope of his search had greatly reduced, but the size of a city was still nothing to scoff at.
It was many times larger than a star in the Ancient Realm, and he was expected to find a single clan in all of that?
It would be difficult.
Fortunately, Ling Han was not just anybody, but rather a Heavenly Venerate with Sixth-Tier battle prowess. There were many things within the realm of possibility for him.
He asked around about the whereabouts of the Ling Clan.
This city was called Peaceful Leaf City, and it had a total of seven Ling Clans.