Hu Jiuling casually dispelled the illusion, revealing the true faces of the people present.
Qing Lei had been staring intensely at Qingxuan, and when the illusion vanished, Qingxuan's real appearance was revealed.
Qing Lei's expression did not show much change; instead, there was a sense of "just as expected."
"Qingxuan?!" Qing Lie only reacted at this moment; his eyes widened comically, matched by his overly sunken face.
Qingxuan displayed a gentle smile, "Uncle, cousin, long time no see."
He seemed as if there were no animosity between them, merely relatives engaging in casual conversation.
But the feud in the Qing Family ten years ago was known even among outside loose cultivators.
The crowd held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Family taken, parents dead, his own meridians and Dantian abolished; from an alchemy prodigy to a cripple.
Between Qingxuan, Qing Lei, and Qing Lie, the hatred was as deep as the sea.
Yet he had returned now.
