Su Shuanghe naturally had no idea what Yu Ci was thinking. This family disgrace had thoroughly humiliated him, and he wanted to deal with it as quickly as possible. Grinding his teeth, he said:
"Su Qizhe, very good..."
Hearing Su Shuanghe call him by name and seeing the striking seal-script character for "Soul" on the forehead he had just raised, Yu Ci finally remembered who this wretched-looking man was.
Su Qizhe should have been Su Shuanghe's clan nephew. Back when Yu Ci was still in the Li Chen Sect, they had met once at the sect gates. He had been Yu Zhou's peer. At the time, Yu Ci had needed to call him Martial Uncle, yet now he addressed his clan uncle as a brother. Everything had been turned upside down.
That had been after the Sword Garden incident, when a group of cultivators from the Xiyu Alliance had visited the Li Chen Sect. Yu Ci had even fought a match with Xia Boyang, the young sect master of the Thousand Peaks Sect, and his attendant Xia Shuqi. Su Qizhe had arrived afterward and smoothed things over, though his intentions had not been kind.
In Yu Ci's memory, this fellow had been a smiling tiger with a deeply scheming mind. Now it seemed he had inherited his clan uncle's lecherous nature, even sharing remarkably similar tastes...
Only, acting so vilely and grotesquely was a little too ** much!
Yu Ci also noticed that Su Qizhe was still at the Step-Void cultivation level. Even if he could not be compared with someone as exceptional as Yu Ci, compared to the fourth-generation disciples of the major sects who had already attained longevity, this "elder" had clearly fallen behind.
No wonder there was such a decayed air about him. His spirits had probably