As he looked up, he saw the spacious hall filled to capacity.
One scrutinizing gaze after another descended from above the hall.
It seemed as though they were not family returning home, but rather two criminals about to be judged.
Mao Qingzhu's face turned cold, showing no fear as she stepped into the hall.
Her black hair swayed slightly, and her eyes shone like lightning.
The aura belonging to a Foundation Establishment True Man, like an unsheathed sharp sword, instantly cut through all those malevolent gazes!
Inside the hall, there was an immediate silence.
"Qingzhu, you have returned. We haven't seen each other for years, and your cultivation has progressed again, not bad..."
From the main seat, an old man with white hair and beard opened his murky eyes and nodded.
He was already too old.
So old that his eyes were buried in wrinkles, his figure hunched over, his bones thin and sharp, as if the flame of life would extinguish at any moment.
