Although they had never seen this grandfather in all their years growing up, he was still an elder bound to them by blood. Neither First Madam nor Third Madam in the Qing Mao Residence had ever forgotten Qing Mao. They had not instilled resentment in their descendants.
"Grandfather..." "Grandfather!"
Qing Ping and Qing Dai had both grown into adults. This time, they had followed Chen Shichong out to roam the world and arrived at Blood River Demon Valley in the Western Plains, where they heard that their grandfather had been slain.
The two exchanged a glance, tears filling their eyes, then darted away without hesitation.
"What are you doing?"
Chen Shichong waved a hand and stopped them both.
"Avenging our grandfather!"
"Weren't you two...?"
"Yes, he abandoned us before we were even born, but he was our grandfather, our own flesh and blood. Now that we know who killed our kin, how could we not slay the villain and avenge him!"
"Please grant us this, Uncle!"
Chen Shichong knew how stubborn the siblings Qing Ping and Qing Dai were. But what sort of figure was a Sacred Land's Holy Son? How could the two of them possibly kill him? Still, who had not grown from weakness? Since they had this filial devotion and resolve, he would let them go. He believed that everyone's fate lay in their own choices.
Bowing deeply, Qing Ping and Qing Dai darted away toward the Venerable Domain, setting out on the path to challenge the Sacred Land's Holy Son and avenge their grandfather.
Seeing their reaction, Ye Wan could not help feeling puzzled. She had not expected two of Qing Mao's descendants to be among the opposing camp.
Without wasting words, Ye Wan waved her hand again, conjuring a light screen bearing Mu Bai's image.