Li Yuanjiao led several youngsters up the mountain and stopped in front of the rear courtyard. The formation before them glowed with a lustrous white light. Li Xijun's face was filled with hope as he tugged at Li Ximing's hand and whispered,
"Third Brother, isn't it said by everyone that our family possesses a blue and white Immortal Sword...?"
"I don't know."
Li Ximing furrowed his small brows. His features were well-formed and pleasant to look at, but they appeared rather plain next to Li Xijun's as he replied,
"Anyway, I have never been to this courtyard in all my years at home."
"It's the ancestral hall."
Li Xizhi, who stood aside wrapped in brocade robes, spoke softly. He was much older than his two brothers, who only reached up to his waist. He explained gently,
"After Xihong and I completed our spiritual sense examination, we were brought here to recognize our ancestors and memorize our clan history."
