Leng Tianqiong and Liu Suwan's breathing quickened at the same time.
Lin Heng and the others still did not know what change had occurred; in short, everyone's gaze turned toward the void.
A cloud shaped like a lotus was rapidly evolving and drawing closer, gradually forming into a human figure.
Leng Ding, who had jumped down from the wall, had a flicker of surprise and doubt cross his face, but when that aura approached, his expression suddenly changed into one of delighted surprise.
"Brother!" Leng Qingqiu murmured, leaving Lin Heng somewhat surprised.
"Your brother?"
Leng Qingqiu and Leng Qingyun stared at each other wide-eyed, a trace of excitement flashing through their eyes, but it quickly sank into astonishment.
Leng Tianqiong said in a grave tone, "He is not your brother!"
Though so many years had passed, none of them had ever forgotten that face—Leng Wu Shu!
At this moment, his expression was indifferent, his eyes lacking the clarity of a young man; instead, he carried an air of old age wearing autumn's weight.
"We're all family. Why meet each other with blades and swords?"
"Xiao Qi was cruelly tortured and killed by Eldest Brother. I ask the old master to uphold justice!" Leng Ding suddenly knelt on one knee, his tone respectful and sincere.
The moment those words came out, Lin Heng, Dugu Zixuan, and the others were all stunned.
Old master?
What was this family doing, calling a young man old master, and even kneeling to him?
Leng Tianqiong's heart ached. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Leng Tongxuan, it really is you... you didn't die! Second Senior, Third Sister, you two hid it deep enough. No wonder on the day Father was buried, I didn't see either of you looking all that sad."
"Actually, you already knew the old