Zhou Qing watched them crying with their heads in their hands and opened his mouth, unsure of how to console them.
Lu Yaoyao lay on the low wall, swinging her legs and curiously watching Mo Xingjian as he suppressed the Blood Tai Sui bit by bit.
"Wow, there's actually a treasure like the Blood Tai Sui here. It's mine now!"
At this moment, an old man with a head full of white hair appeared in the sky from a distance, seemingly being pursued.
As soon as he saw the recently suppressed Blood Tai Sui, his face lit up with surprise and excitement. He reached out and directly grabbed it.
"Impudent!"
Mo Xingjian was furious upon witnessing this scene.
However, Zhou Qing, who was watching from afar, was taken aback. Although the old man's appearance had changed, a line of golden characters still floated above his head—[A kid who has my style from back then].
"Second Uncle!"
Zhou Qing was shocked; he never expected to encounter his Second Uncle here.
