Ye Qiu had just approached Wu Xiaokai's courtyard when he sensed something was off.
It was unusually lively inside.
They were drinking!
Ye Qiu turned to run, but the King of Northwest's voice rang out. "Come in and sit, my young friend."
Ye Qiu took a deep breath and shot Wu Xiaokai a glare. That little bastard was pretending not to see him!
Helpless, Ye Qiu walked into the courtyard.
The little courtyard was packed with people.
And they fell into two strikingly distinct groups.
On one side were true Northwest men, their dark skin tinged with red. On the other... everyone was built like an ox!
At their head sat an old man. His hair was snow-white, but he was brimming with vigor. Just sitting there, he gave off an overwhelming pressure.
Several old women surrounded him... every one of them had arms and legs like iron bars!
A dozen or so men stood nearby, the muscles on their arms bulging like blocks of stone!
Their Qi and Blood were astonishingly strong!
It wasn't just one of them. The whole group was like that, even the old women.
But Ye Qiu couldn't gauge their depths... which meant their Cultivation Level, Qi and Blood far surpassed his!
Even the weakest among them was far beyond him!
Ye Qiu glanced at Wu Xiaokai, who gestured toward the old man and began introducing everyone. "This is my grandpa, my grandma, my second grandma, my third grandma, my fourth grandma... my second uncle, third uncle... fifth uncle... my eldest brother, second brother, third brother..."
Ye Qiu: "..."
"Not bad." The old man spoke, and Ye Qiu looked over. He wore a faint, knowing smile, but his gaze was sharp.
At that moment, Ye Qiu felt as though the man had seen through him,