Having made her decision, Li Qinghong was about to sit cross-legged, when she saw a slight flash outside the great formation. Two youths rode the wind inside—one clad in white robes, his features handsome; the other in a golden Taoist robe, looking rather downcast.
"Aunt!"
The two were naturally the brothers Li Xijun and Li Ximing. One after the other, they landed and Li Xijun cupped his hands and said:
"Seventh Brother has already broken through to Foundation Establishment! I have brought him here for you to see, Aunt."
Li Qinghong cast a glance at Li Ximing. He was yet to recover from their father's passing. Seeing his grim countenance, she spoke gently:
"The timing was unfortunate. Your father did not blame you for anything; you must try to move on."
