Could There Really Be a Tyrande?

"Someone from the Qing Yi Tribe?"

After staring blankly for a moment, Ji Hao came back to his senses.

The blind youth before him was obviously dressed in the style of the Qing Yi Tribe. More importantly, the aura of Wood Element Witch Power around him was unmistakable.

Ji Hao's mother had also come from the Qing Yi Tribe, so there was no way he would fail to recognize one of their people.

But... was this "Illidan" also from the Qing Yi Tribe? Why had he never heard of him before? Since when had the Qing Yi Tribe produced such a formidable figure?

"You should thank Heng Luo. She told me you were from the Fire Crow Tribe."

Qing Ming leaped down from the ancient tree and landed before Ji Hao. He gave Ji Hao a once-over and shook his head. "Dressed head to toe like one of those scaly snakes, you nearly ended up in my sights."

"No need to thank me!"

Heng Luo waved at Ji Hao and smiled sweetly.

"Heh heh, circumstances forced my hand."

Ji Hao smiled and clasped his hands to Qing Ming. "Thank you, brother from the Qing Yi Tribe. My name is Ji Hao, and my mother is Qing Fu, who also came from the Qing Yi Tribe. We really are brothers."

"Aunt Qing Fu's son? Uncle Qing Ying's nephew? So it's you!"

Qing Ming looked Ji Hao over, then smiled and nodded. "My name is Qing Ming. Then we truly are brothers!"

"That's right, it's me!"

Ji Hao laughed heartily. He had also developed a measure of goodwill toward this fellow who seemed suspiciously like "Illidan."

"Little Ji, I'm leaving!"

At that moment, Big Stone burrowed out of the ground, nodded to Ji Hao, then walked over to the Mountain Giant group