When Xue Qingluan had been brought back to the Yang Family by Yang Lingrui years ago, Yang Linghu had already been dead for many years. Thus, within this illusion today, this was her first meeting with Yang Linghu.
"This man is Young Master Yuanhong's father, the older cousin of the family head and young master."
Xue Qingluan's gaze swept over Yang Linghu. Since he had not suffered the Moon Waterfall's attack, the Yang Linghu here had already stepped into the Qi Gathering Mid-stage.
She then looked toward Yang Lingrui beside him, the corners of her lips unconsciously lifting slightly. The little Young Master looked quite handsome at this age too.
Afterward, she returned their greetings and headed up Pine Mountain with the two of them.
Here, Xue Qingluan saw what many members of the Yang Family had looked like in their youth: Yang Lingqing, whose face was still green and tender; Elder Yu, whose head had not yet turned white; and Yang Yuanhong, who had only recently been born.
Because she came from a great sect, the Yang Family cultivators were somewhat awed by Xue Qingluan at first.
Yet for some reason, whenever she opened her mouth, everyone could sense an inexplicable warmth and familiarity from her.
She discussed the state of the world with Yang Lingqing, exchanged insights and sparred with Yang Lingrui and Yang Linghu, and even accompanied little Yuanhong on a trip through the back mountain.
After several days, once both sides had grown familiar with one another, the Yang Family cultivators began taking the initiative to speak with Xue Qingluan as well.
"Thank you, Senior Xue, for clearing up my doubts. Zhao Qi is immensely grateful."
Zhao Qi had just asked about several difficulties in cultivation. After receiving her guidance, he felt as though the clouds