At this moment, he was meditating with his eyes closed, his hands forming an unusual Dharma Seal, surrounded by a faint blue Spiritual Power.
Occasionally, the Spiritual Power would form into the shape of a crane, or scatter like fireflies, casting mottled light and shadow on his coarse cloth clothing.
And above his head, a line of small golden text floated: [Respectful Brother-in-law].
Zhou Qing smiled silently, about to step forward, when suddenly—
The White Crane abruptly opened its eyes, flipping over swiftly, its right hand instantly condensing a sharp cyan Sword Qi.
Its left hand was placed protectively in front of its chest, forming a defensive stance.
His thick black eyebrows furrowed tightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and the surrounding Spiritual Power fluctuated violently, causing the dust on the ground to fly up.
Seeing who it was, his tense body relaxed instantly, and he let out a long breath.
The cyan Sword Qi also dissipated with it.
