"Kid, greetings, Lord Li."
Chen Wen stepped up to Li Xiu and spoke first.
Li Xiu laughed heartily. "You don't need to be so polite with me. Let's go inside first."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and beckoned them over.
Chen Wen nodded. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
"Hahaha, being polite with your uncle would make us strangers." Li Xiu laughed even louder.
Chen Wen said nothing more and followed him inside.
Li Qingmo silently followed behind, her gaze constantly assessing Chen Wen.
She always felt that Chen Wen had changed somehow, yet she could not put her finger on it.
Led by Li Xiu, Chen Wen soon arrived at a reception hall.
Just as Li Xiu had said, a banquet had already been laid out.
"Come. There's no one else here, only family."
Li Xiu once again gestured for Chen Wen to join them.
Chen Wen nodded and did not stand on ceremony any longer.
Li Xiu and Li Qingmo sat on Chen Wen's left and right.
Before they could say much, a booming voice rang out. "Father, I heard Brother Ye has come out, is that right?"
The man had not arrived, but his voice had already preceded him.
Li Xiu's expression did not change much as he looked toward the doorway.
At once, a figure strode in with broad steps.
Who else could it have been but Li Qing?
Li Qing was wrapped in Killing Intent, clearly having just gone through a slaughter.
In truth, during the nearly three months since his defeat by Chen Wen, he had constantly tempered himself through slaughter.
This had always been his way of cultivation.
The only difference was that, after losing to Chen Wen, he had become even more crazed and diligent.
The instant Li Qing entered,