Xuanyuan Batian

Qin Jishi looked at the scene before him and could not help clicking his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

This was what a true lineage should look like.

Beneath his feet lay an enormous plaza. Looking around from it, he saw nothing but solemn, ancient palaces. Compared to those lavish and magnificent structures, this place carried the overwhelming sense of years piled upon years.

With mist curling through the air and white cranes dancing overhead, it felt as though one had ascended to the upper realm.

Although Qin Jishi had never been to the upper realm, he imagined it was probably much like this.

Just as Qin Jishi was silently marveling at the Xuanyuan Family's layout, a group of disciples hurried over.

It had been a long time since the Xuanyuan Family had made such a grand display, and their Clan Leader had personally handled the matter. Everyone had discussed it for quite some time, deeply curious about who could warrant such fanfare.

As those disciples approached, their gazes immediately gathered on Qin Jishi.

They wore uniform attire, while Qin Jishi was dressed in a black robe, making him naturally easy to distinguish.

"Is he the person our Clan Leader went to receive? Why is he so young?"

"I don't see anything special about him. Could he be a core disciple of some holy land?"

"Even if he is a core disciple of some holy land, is he worthy of our Clan Leader personally going to receive him?"

"..."

Qin Jishi naturally heard the disciples' hushed discussions.

Clearly!

Behind their doubtful tones lay even more disdain.

Xuanyuan Changkong had made such a grand display. No matter how he looked at it, it felt somewhat like he was helping Qin Jishi draw hatred.

Sigh!

Qin Jishi let out a sigh. Sometimes, being