Outside the house, Xu Ziqing stood before Chu Huai Xu. Recalling the sight of his entire family slaughtered when he had returned home years ago, he could not help clenching his fists tightly.
The veins on the youth's forehead bulged slightly.
His fingernails were nearly embedded in his flesh, and he almost made himself bleed.
Because Chu Huai Xu had just gently patted him on the shoulder, he managed to steady his hurried breathing and calm himself down.
It was true that this delicate-looking youth, who no longer had a home, now had a new home of his own.
He had a new family.
A family he believed worthy of entrusting everything to.
But occasionally, when he woke from dreams at midnight, or when he encountered a bottleneck during cultivation, his "Inner Demon" would always surface.
He would see his parents, his grandmother, and his little sister, who loved riding on his back like he was a horse.
He could not understand it. His family had always upheld justice and helped others, and they were a famous family of martial swordsmen in the jianghu. His parents had never done anything dishonorable in their entire lives, so how could they have ended up like this?
Xu Ziqing had sometimes thought that the people who had slaughtered his entire family must have been Evil Cultivators infamous for their wickedness, undoubtedly great fiends.
But he had never imagined that the other party would actually be from one of the Four Great Sects, or that they would be Great Cultivators of Spring Autumn Mountain.
"Why!"
"Why should it be so!!"
Han Shuangjiang stood beside Chu Huai Xu. Her gaze toward Junior Brother Xu was filled with worry and concern.
Wen Shiyu, meanwhile, watched the scene with great interest.
But as a local of Kunlun