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"Brother!?" No matter how different Qingyang was from ordinary people, he would be shocked to hear this from Lu Xianhan's mouth.

Lu Xianhan nodded his head indifferently and replied lightly, "That's right, Beitang Haifan is indeed my elder brother."

"How, how is this possible!" He opened the door and looked around to confirm that there was no one around. Closing the door, he walked quickly to Lu Xianhan's side and inquired softly, "Miss Lu, you're a disciple of the Eastern Dragon Sect. How could you possibly be the younger sister of the Crown Prince of Beitang?"

Seeing the shocked expression on Qingyang's face, Lu Xianghan seemed to be recalling something. After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "That's right, my mother is indeed from the Dongfang family. She is just a sacrifice."

"Victim?" Upon hearing Lu Xianhan's words, Qingyang was even more confused. What did these three words represent?

Qingyang could also feel an indescribable emotion from the frosty words of this woman before him. Bitterness, grief, anger, and unwillingness mixed within.

"Whatever, why are you bringing this up?" Lu Xianhan suddenly stopped, no longer speaking.

"Miss Lu, what's the matter?" Qingyang was also a little worried and worried. Seeing that Lu Xianhan had stopped speaking, he became a little anxious.

"Qingyang, if fate wills it in the future, someone will naturally tell you everything." After a moment of silence, Lu Xianhan sighed.

Seeing that Lu Xianghan really did not want to continue, Qingyang could only give up. The degree of complexity in this mess probably far exceeded his expectations.

What did this sacrifice mean? For the sake of the clan's interests or some other reason? Perhaps only the upper echelons of the family would know.

Since he could not think of any words to say to comfort Lu Xianhan, Qingyang remained silent. Lifting his small hand, he lightly placed it on Lu Xianhan's thin shoulder.

Her delicate body trembled slightly. Sensing the warmth that came from that small hand, Lu Xianhan's heart also felt warm. He raised his head and smiled at Qingyang, "Qingyang, you don't need to worry. I'm just a little sad."

He understood that this was perhaps the pain of being a disciple of a large clan. Many people's future development had long been set down and they were unable to resist, even if they were unwilling.

After a while, Qingyang's soft reply came from inside the room: "If you need a listener in the future, you can find me."

"..."

"Master, the orders have been sent out." The robotic voice sounded out from within a dark room. The already somewhat eerie temperature in the room dropped even further. "Our people will assist Nalan Rongtian in completing the mission."

"Mm. This time, I'll clean it up a bit." After a long time, an indistinct cold voice rang out, "Don't make the same mistake you made ten years ago!"

Seeming to feel the coldness in his tone, the person who spoke earlier immediately said in a deep voice: "Master, please rest assured that this subordinate will take his leave."

After a long while, a mocking laugh filled with disdain could be heard from within the room, "Qingyang, I would like to see if your medical skills can save a dead person."

"..."

After a few days of hard work, other than watching the Prince's battle, Qingyang cultivated in the palace in peace. He would occasionally chat idly with Lu Xianghan, spar with Dongfang Ming, or ask Dongfang Yun for some new information about Hongtian.

"Qingyang, tomorrow is the day you fight with Hong Tian. I heard that the other disciples say that your battle has attracted even more attention from the four clans than that battle between Beitang Haifan and Nanrong Junlong." At this moment, Qingyang had also finished his training. When he was accompanying Lu Zhihan, he asked a question while his heart was at ease in a pavilion within the manor.

"Perhaps. After all, he and I are both bestowed the fate of geniuses." Qingyang laughed softly, appearing unconcerned. "Furthermore, I have some friendship with brother Hai Fan. I'm afraid many people would be happy to see me fail."

"Sigh, you also haven't had any interactions with your elder brother in the recent days. I wonder if they are still holding a grudge." Sighing softly, Lu Xianhan spoke with some worry.

Qingyang smiled and shook his head. He eyed the worried face of Lu Zhihan and joked, "What?" Could it be that they will be able to kill me? "

Seeing that Qingyang's face was full of smiles and that he appeared to be a little nervous, Lu Xianghan lightly coughed and said: "Things and people in the family are not as simple as you think. Anyway, it's never wrong to be a little more careful. "

Lu Xianhan's words caused Qingyang's heart to tighten. Perhaps he had been too careless. The chaos within such a large family was so deep that it would make one's heart tremble.

"En, not bad. Be careful in everything you do." "I hope you won't mind too much if you don't leave the clan," Azure Sun quipped.

In truth, at this moment, Qingyang was feeling a bit apprehensive. After all, his parents were just villagers. If the Nan Rong family wanted to deal with him, it would be easy for them to do so.

Many large clans also had a rule that forbade it. Perhaps it was more appropriate to say that it was a habit, but one absolutely did not allow people with potential but possibly enemies to survive.

"Forget about it, Qingyang. I believe as long as the people from the Nan Rong family aren't idiots, they won't make things difficult for you. After all, you've already broken off all contact with your older brother. Seeing worry flash across Qingyang's eyes, Lu Xianhan softly consoled.

"I hope so." With a long sigh, the Azure Sun gazed up at the clear blue sky, thinking about something.

"..."

At the same time, in a secret room in the Palace, several people were sitting on both sides of the room. Some were old and some were young. They were discussing something.

"Hong Tian, are you confident in tomorrow's battle?" A middle-aged man smiled at the only youth in the room and asked.

"Martial Uncle, you can rest assured that I have also seen that Azure Sun. It's just that I was afraid that I had eaten some heavenly and earthly treasures in the mountains when I was young to achieve such a feat." The youth respectfully replied, but the arrogance in his tone was not concealed in the slightest.

"Yes, as far as I know, this Qingyang has only been accepted by the Dongfang family as a foreign delegate for a few months. He was just a kid in the countryside before, even those old people from the Dongfang family who didn't die personally may not be that powerful." The other youth laughed, clearly not putting Qingyang in his eyes either.

The few of them chatted in the room, not putting this thirteen year old Xiantian in their eyes at all.

"If you underestimate your opponent, you will suffer the same crushing defeat as the handsome dragon." Narrowing his eyes, he swept a glance at everyone in the room, then spoke up.

The crowd within the room also stopped their chatter and did not say another word. After all, the Old Ancestor had been very angry after the battle with the handsome dragon, so he did not want to cause trouble for himself.

"Do not underestimate him because of his previous life, Hong Tian." Seeing that no one said anything, Nan Rong Yan turned to look at the handsome youth and said: "Don't you remember the Beitang family disciple from a hundred years ago?"