So this young man was Qian Yuhuang, the Great Holy Son of the Qianyuan Sacred Land. Mu Bai had heard people mention this Holy Son several times. He was extremely mysterious and rarely appeared in the Sacred Land. Of course, after going to the Qianyuan Sacred Land, Mu Bai had spent his time in secluded cultivation in a secret chamber and had never had a chance to walk around the Sacred Land.
It was clear that Qian Fengming was not particularly fond of this nephew, but since they were going to the Mysterious Female Gate, he had no choice but to go.
"Set out!"
Ignoring everyone's greetings, Qian Fengming gave the order. The Qian Pan started silently, shot through the clouds, and flew toward the southern part of the Venerable Domain.
"Jingnian greets Second Brother."
Mu Bai stepped forward to salute Qian Yuhuang. Qian Yuhuang opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at Mu Bai, then closed them again without acknowledging him.
No wonder Qian Fengming dislikes you. So cold and arrogant! If I were your father and didn't break your legs to teach you how to behave, I wouldn't be your father!
Muttering inwardly, Mu Bai did not invite another snub. He strolled to the edge of the Qian Pan and sat cross-legged. Someone had switched off the Qian Pan's protective light screen, and biting astral winds swept into his face with their blades. Mu Bai assumed his god-and-devil form, his long hair flying in the astral winds. He let the wind blades slash and scrape against his body with metallic clinks and showers of sparks, his expression unmoved.
Qian Yuhuang cast a sidelong glance at Mu Bai, a trace of mockery appearing on his face. "Nothing but beating a cloth drum before the Thunder Gate."
As they flew, the