"What kind of look and expression was that?" the handsome old man Su Yun asked with a frown. No matter how one looked at him, he was no harmless fellow.
Wang Xuan rubbed his face, making his smile look more natural. "No, I was simply stunned by the news when I first heard it. It was truly... a joy beyond measure."
"Forget it. I know you have a knot in your heart, that you're standing up for your father." The handsome old man sighed softly.
Even now, Wang Xuan had no idea what state he was in. Was he Senior Disciple Brother, or an extension of the Demon Court True Saint's thoughts? No one could say for sure.
"From now on, you should change how you address me in private. Call me Uncle. Don't be so distant." Wu Liuji reminded him that several senior brothers had secretly passed messages to his parents back then.
"I'm not quite used to it. I'd rather call you... Senior Su," Wang Xuan said.
"Our lineage bears the surname Mei." Senior Disciple Brother, whose temples were slightly gray yet who remained incomparably handsome, spoke up.
At last, Wang Xuan learned the Demon Court True Saint's surname. Could it be that a plum tree from the Mother Universe had attained the Dao and ultimately become a Supreme Being of the Supernatural Center?
Then he looked at Leng Mei again. Her name contained the character mei—was it a homophone for Mei? Could she really be the True Saint's youngest daughter?
"My original name was Mei Suyun, but it sounded somewhat feminine, so I often used an alias while traveling outside. Over time, people simply got used to calling me that." Senior Disciple Brother truly no longer treated Wang Xuan as an outsider.
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