Qing Lei was unwilling to be accused of bullying the weak, so he maintained a benevolent smile on his face: "Nephew, I had originally intended to pass the heavy responsibilities of the family onto you when you reached the late-stage Nascent Soul. But you're too eager, and I have no choice but to agree to a battle with you. How about this, I'll let you have three moves. You make the first move, how about it?"
After Qing Lei finished speaking, he felt he had conducted himself with great dignity and was quite pleased with himself.
But as his words fell, he noticed the expressions of Ye Wu and the others turned strange.
Qing Lei was slightly puzzled.
What? Is something wrong?
Before he could think further, Qingxuan squinted with fox-like eyes, smiling as he looked at him: "Uncle, are you sure...you'll let me have three moves?"
Qing Lei couldn't help but nod: "Indeed, that's the case."
"Very well," Qingxuan agreed: "Then for these three moves, Uncle, you must take them all."
Hmm?
