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"Other than the Four Clans, who else could cultivate such a talent?" The old man also smiled, as if he had seen through the three's identity.

"I am a guest of the Dongfang family. These two are disciples of the Eastern Dragon Tribe." As he glanced at Nan Rong Lei, he thought to himself, 'As expected of someone from the royal family. If you can't control your emotions, you shouldn't have this temperament anymore.'

"Oh? When did the Dongfang family invite such a talented guest? " When the old man heard this, he was slightly surprised.

It was not strange for Dongfang Ming and Lu Xianghan to step into the Upper Sky at their age, because the elites of the younger generation in the four clans all stepped into the Upper Sky at their age.

However, the scholarly youth in front of him was clearly only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was still a Xiantian expert. The old man also noticed that the two Eastern Dragon disciples were led by this guest, Qingyang.

He gave a meaningful glance to Nan Ronglei, and the old man also gave a rare smile: "Since they are from the Dongfang family, then they are not outsiders. Today, let Lei'er treat some of you to this Jiqing Restaurant's dishes."

After that, he smiled and said, "That's right. Today, we can be considered to be fated to meet each other. This way, I can do my best as a host."

The Dongfang family had a good relationship with the Nan Rong family, and the young man in front of them had a terrifying talent. His future achievements were limitless, so his previous actions should have gained the young man's good impression.

"This ? doesn't seem to be appropriate, right?" Seeing the enthusiasm in Nan Ronglei's eyes, Qingyang also hesitated and turned to look at Lu Zhihan and Dongfang Ming.

Seeing that both of them seemed to be "in charge of everything", Qingyang couldn't make up his mind at the moment.

"Brother Qingyang, are you not giving me, your brother's, face? "No matter what, you are still a guest in the Southern Rong Country." Seeing Qingyang hesitating, Nan Ronglei pretended to be angry.

"Then I'll be troubling Third Prince." Qingyang also understood that Nan Rong Lei's words were already very polite. After all, he was a prince, and if he refused, it would be too unreasonable. Not to mention, Qingyang had a good impression of this young man.

"Hehe, you youngsters can continue chatting. I still have some matters to attend to so I'll be leaving first." When the old man saw that Qingyang had agreed, he stood up and prepared to leave as well ?

Nan Ronglei naturally understood. The Dongfang family had a Xiantian Guest, who was in the prime of his life. He definitely had to inform the family head of such an important matter as soon as possible. Thus, the old man should be returning to discuss this matter with the family head.

After bowing and escorting Ji Zhen out of the room, Nan Rong Lei asked the two remaining middle-aged men to sit down as well, and the few of them started to chat with each other.

Amidst the discussions in the banquet, Qingyang and the others gained some understanding of Nan Rong Lei.

The Third Prince of the Southern Champion Kingdom was also the most contented prince among all the princes. As the passers-by had said, he embraced one another and had more than three to five wives. He did not ask the world, did not ask power, and listened to music and poetry every day.

Even though he said this, Qingyang still noticed a hint of unintentional ambition in Nanyang Ronglei's eyes. Although he had hidden his ambition well, his words were still discovered by Qingyang.

"Sigh, how could I not be nostalgic for the position of emperor when I'm in the Monarch's home?" He didn't think too much about it. After all, this was a matter of the South Honor Family.

After eating their fill and drinking their fill, the slightly intoxicated Nan Rong Lei bid farewell to the few of them. When they left, he also repeatedly told them to come to the Imperial Palace for a chat one day, before being taken away by two middle-aged guards.

"Qingyang, what do you think about that person, Nan Ronglei?" Looking at the gradually fading figure of South Rong Lei, Lu Xianhan suddenly asked.

"You can hand him over." Qingyang smiled as he replied. After which, he turned to the two of them and said, "Let's take a look around. We can't leave empty-handed, can we?"

"I heard that this person was the one who was the most dissatisfied in the battle for the throne of the Nan Rong family. Whether it was the officials or the people in control, he had the weakest martial power. However, he is also smart, drinking and having fun every day. After pondering for a moment, Lu Xianhan said softly.

Qingyang paused for a moment, then laughed: "What has this got to do with me? This is a family matter for the Nan Rong family. Don't think too much, let's go, the two of you. "

Shaking his head, Lu Xianhan could only admire and feel helpless about Qingyang's frail character. Just now, Nan Ronglei was obviously trying to curry favor with Qingyang, but Qingyang ignored him, sighing as he chased after him.

As the sun set in the west, the three finally returned to the manor. Only Qingyang bought some accessories to give to his parents and Yanran, while Lu Xianghan and Dongfang Ming didn't buy anything.

"You're back? "How about this Nirong County?" Dongfang Yun smiled at the three and gestured for them to sit down.

"Elder Yun, we've met the third prince of Nanxiong today." Qingyang fell silent for a moment before going straight to the point.

Eastern Yun was slightly surprised when he heard this. "You've met the third prince?"

Qingyang nodded and told Dongfang Yun everything that had happened today, including the matter of Nan Rongtian being expelled from his family and how the third prince had invited them to a banquet.

"Hmm. He is indeed not as arrogant and despotic as other royal families. It is indeed rare for him to be so impartial without knowing the situation." Dong Fang Yun thought for a long time and said, "It looks like he's expressing his goodwill towards you." "Azure Sun."

"Give me your goodwill?" Qingyang felt somewhat surprised and asked, "Why?"

Smiling at Qingyang, Dongfang Yun laughed loudly and said, "Haha, of course, it's because you've stepped into the Innate Realm at such a young age. But no matter what, you are still a guest of the Dongfang family, haha."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yun was also satisfied with Dongfang Bo's invitation to Qingyang as a guest official of the Dongfang family. His laughter also became more carefree.

Qing Yang shrugged helplessly. He also knew that his talent was eye-catching. However, he was also unwilling to get involved in the struggle for the throne. Whether it was the unfavorable second prince or the rather well-liked third prince.

"Alright, alright. Qingyang and the others should go and rest. I'm sure that I'm tired today." Dongfang Yun saw the helplessness on Qingyang's face and guessed what he was thinking. He then said softly, "Tomorrow, we will meet again."

Qingyang respectfully excused himself and returned to his own room. Putting aside his messy thoughts, Qingyang sat on the bed with his legs crossed, preparing for cultivation.

"I don't know when I'll be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. A Spirit Refinement Stage expert can control the air to travel. Even if I'm in the Southern Rong Country, it's still possible to meet my parents and Yanran in one day." After silently pondering for a moment, Qingyang also knew that apart from painstaking training every day, one would also need a certain amount of luck in order to break through.

With every day that Qingyang refined it, the size of this drop of Ancestral Voodoo blood remained the same. No wonder Qingyang was so anxious. At this rate, it was unknown when he would be able to fully absorb the blood.

"I wonder how many of the upper echelons of the Four Great Imperial Clans will be present tomorrow. I am truly looking forward to seeing them." After muttering to himself in a low voice, Qingyang then calmed down and continued absorbing that drop of Ancestral Voodoo blood in his dantian.