Daylight faded, a hazy nightfall enveloped Chixia City. Qin Ming sat quietly in his room, watching fragmented images from the past draw closer, constantly reassembling and solidifying.
"Turns out, you are Li Qingxu." Qin Ming recognized the feather-robed youth in the images and learned his name.
The two had known each other before, but they were not exactly old friends, merely nodding acquaintances.
"A direct member of the Li Family with a very special talent, it's difficult for others to become disciples of outsiders, but he was very well-suited for that path, caught the eye of a renowned old senior within the dark world, and was exceptionally taken in as a closed-door disciple."
Qin Ming frowned; it seemed the old senior from the Outer World was not to be trifled with, even the thousand-year-old family needed to show him respect.
