The planet was wrapped in dark clouds, its surface covered in water trails. The flood receded, leaving behind utter silence.
Yet Xu Xuan could see none of this. In his vision, there was only that handsome, refined monk in white, carefree and transcendent, while a voice like the tolling of a great bell echoed in his ears:
"Poor monk is your martial uncle! Your martial uncle! Martial uncle..."
He instinctively resisted and subconsciously chose not to believe it. He was just about to retort that none of the Xu family's ancestors or other branches had ever had an elder who became a monk, and that they each had their own gods to worship, when he suddenly saw Meng Qi raise his Sleeve Robe, drawing in the splashing raindrops and the vast ocean that had submerged the entire planet.
The scene was so familiar. He had just displayed it himself.
This was the Great Divine Ability of Wuzhuang Temple's lineage, Sleeve Universe—genuine beyond doubt, and never passed on to outsiders!
Could he really be my martial uncle...? Xu Xuan's mouth fell slightly open, his eyes filled with shock, while he maintained only the instinctive defensive posture of an Earth Immortal.
Ao Zhen and Ao Qing were even more stupefied, their eyes vacant with shock and bewilderment. Master Fahai was actually their husband's (brother-in-law's) martial uncle? And he had indeed used Sleeve Universe!
No wonder his attitude had changed the instant he heard that their husband (brother-in-law) belonged to Wuzhuang Temple's lineage. The so-called attempt to test the one bearing great fortune and destined to undergo tribulation had merely been to confirm what the sisters had said.
Truly, the flood had washed into the Dragon King's temple, and one family had failed to recognize another.
After their astonishment, joy surged within them.