After listening to Murong An, Taishu Jing came to understand some of what had happened.
So after Mother had run away from the marriage, she had caused such a stir. Mother herself probably had never expected it—or perhaps she had simply never considered such things. In a way, Mother was also an optimist.
"I never expected that seeing her children this time would fulfill one of my wishes."
Murong An looked at the brothers Taishu Yun and Taishu Jing with emotion. He had always treated the Murong Jingyun sisters as his own daughters. Though such things had happened back then, the stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
"Great-Granduncle, didn't Little Aunt tell you about us?" Taishu Yun asked.
"That girl Xiao Yu said she would give me a surprise. I never understood what that surprise was, but now I do," Murong An said with a smile, shaking his head.
"And this is more than a surprise—it would not be wrong to call it a shock. From the moment you entered, I realized I could never see through either of you. And that similar aura... you should have already forged Dao Bodies. The thought of it is truly rather frightening."
As he spoke, Murong An's tone was filled with certainty and awe.
He knew very well that cultivators of the Inscription Realm forged Dao Bodies and Dao Weapons. Once a Dao Body was formed, its aura merged with the myriad Daos of heaven and earth. Every movement could stir the Dao Rhyme of heaven and earth. To many low-realm cultivators, that was the bearing of an exalted master.
But that was not actually the case. That so-called bearing of an exalted master was simply a kind of aura.
Such an aura could easily tug at another's mind.