The group walked the entire way in silence.
Song Changxuan, who had already received word, came out to greet them. Seeing Song Qingxing's youthful face, he was filled with a flood of emotions. 'The new generation truly does surpass the last, leaving the old one to die on the shore.'
He was quite young for his position, yet he had first been outshone by his peer, Song Changsheng, and now he was being completely upstaged by a nephew from the younger generation. It left him feeling mentally drained.
Mentally drained or not, Song Changxuan was filled with curiosity about this junior clansman. His narrow eyes sized the young man up and down.
It was, in fact, the first time the two had met. Song Changxuan had been guarding the Mortal Realm for the past few years, and Song Qingxing had only just begun to make a name for himself.
