Walking on the path to the Purple Forest Pavilion, Zhang Xuanji apologized to Qing Yu with a full face of regret, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Du, please forgive me for the laughter. My nephew Qu Zhen has always been well protected by his uncle, rarely venturing out from the Sect, not to mention I'm not well-acquainted with him, hence..."
Zhang Xuanji secluded himself in the deep mountains to study the Alchemy Dao, his only contact with Shenxiao Dao being the occasional communication. It was normal for him not to be close to Qu Zhen.
Qing Yu could tell that Qu Zhen looked down on Zhang Xuanji. The older teenager might not realize the notorious reputation of his seemingly ordinary uncle.
'However, with a mentality like Qu Zhen's, how did he advance to the Divine Origin?' Qing Yu found it somewhat incomprehensible.
