"Grandpa Lin? You know each other?" Li Qingqiu asked curiously.
Xiao Wudi nodded. "Grandpa Lin was the one who brought us up the mountain."
That only made Li Qingqiu more curious. Qingxiao True Person had been locked in prison for thirty years, and it had only been two months since he left Zhenyang Imperial City and returned to Qingxiao Mountain. How could he have so conveniently found the descendants of a Martial Arts Myth?
There was definitely a secret behind this!
Seeing how quickly Xiao Wudi had let the cat out of the bag, Qingxiao True Person couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.
Li Qingqiu saw that Qingxiao True Person was unwilling to say more, but he wasn't in a hurry. After all, he had already taken the three brothers under his wing.
"Come on. I'll take you to practice."
Li Qingqiu rose and said, then headed toward the woods behind the mountain.
Qingxiao True Person wanted to follow, but Yuan Qi stopped him.
"The sect master didn't invite you," Yuan Qi said seriously, leaving Qingxiao True Person feeling as if he'd taken a punch to the chest.
He watched Xiao Wudi and the other two walk away, their backs brimming with excitement and eagerness. Sighing, he turned and left.
Xiao Wudi, Xiao Wuqing, and Xiao Wuming lived up to their excellent talents. All three successfully condensed a wisp of Origin Energy within half a day, stepping into Nurturing Origin Realm Layer 1.
Through Chu Jing, Li Qingqiu also learned the story of Xiao Xuanzun, the Martial Arts Myth.
Xiao Xuanzun had ventured into the jianghu in his early twenties. In just eight years, he had swept through the martial world of the Nine Provinces. By the age of thirty, his martial arts had reached an even higher