In truth, Miao Xi was far more shocked than the children.
That was right—he had seen that person from back then again, the man whom both his father and Master Zhao had addressed as brother Li.
His face was exactly the same as in the portrait, overlapping with the tall, upright figure in his memories.
What kind of miracle was this?
So many years had passed in twists and turns. Time had flowed on, yet he remained verdant and unaged, his appearance unchanged.
Cultivating Red Moon Secret Power could indeed grant longevity; Miao Xi knew that very well. Yet even those who relied on Red Moon Secret Power to seek long life would see their faces grow old!
Why was this person still exactly as he had been back then? Let alone traces of aging, Miao Xi even felt that the other man seemed somewhat younger than before.
"Uncle Li, it really is you!" As the Lord of the Martial Alliance, Miao Xi suddenly lost the steady, mature bearing he had displayed moments ago. His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
He had not lowered his voice, and the children in the courtyard, along with the Martial Alliance forces outside, all felt as though the world were spinning around them.
What had they heard? The Martial Alliance Lord had actually called this man Uncle Li? And he was someone with such a youthful face?
Was this not far too absurd?
Li Qing, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, was not particularly surprised.
Miao Xi could be considered his junior, after all. Li Qing wore a gentle smile and said softly, "Mm, it's me. You've had it hard these years."
Miao Xi was broad and towering, much taller even than the upright Li Qing.
Yet standing before Li Qing,