“Why is Aunt here?”
Xiao Qing looked at the woman gradually approaching, his heart moved slightly.
The person who came was none other than Xiao Zhan’s wife, the Xiao Family’s Clan Chief’s wife, Yan Qian!
Not only that, Yan Qian was the biological sister of Xiao Qing’s mother, which meant she was also Xiao Qing’s own Aunt!
It was precisely because of this blood relationship that Xiao Zhan showed extra care for Xiao Qing.
When Yan Qian walked closer, one could see her face clearly.
Yan Qian’s appearance was delicate and pretty; between her brows, one could see a faint resemblance to Xiao Qing’s mother, carrying a kind of beauty of a lady from a prominent Family.
However, this beauty seemed to be shrouded in a layer of morbidity.
Her complexion showed an unhealthy pallor, lacking color, and her lips, which should have been rosy, now appeared somewhat pale.
Her breathing seemed lighter than that of an ordinary person.
Xiao Qing knew the root cause of all this in his heart.
This was the root of the illness Yan Qian had contracted after suffering severe depletion of Origin Qi when she gave birth to Xiao Yan years ago.
Several years had passed, and it had not been able to heal; instead, it had a tendency to become more severe.
Looking at his Aunt, who was forcing herself to keep up her spirits, yet could not hide her weak appearance, a trace of complex bitterness could not help but emerge in Xiao Qing’s heart.
‘Who could have thought that such a gentle and kind woman would pass away in more than half a year?’
Thinking of this, this thought appeared in his mind uncontrollably, causing his gaze to dim slightly.
The world is unpredictable, and fate sometimes appears so cruel!
Watching this heartwarming scene that faintly revealed a hint of tragic omen, Xiao Qing suppressed his inner emotions, put a smile on his face, and said to Yan Qian: “Aunt, why did you come over?”
Yan Qian had already walked up to them, first glancing at her husband Xiao Zhan, and then letting her gaze fall on Xiao Qing.
The smile on her pale face was full of warmth, and she said: “I saw you two talking here from far away.
Qing’er, when it’s your turn to be tested later, relax a little, don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”
Her voice was gentle, carrying the concern of an elder for a younger generation, yet vaguely had a hint of weakness due to a lack of strength.
As she said this, she gently pushed the sturdy and cute Xiao Yan beside her and said: “Yan’er, quickly call Cousin Xiao Qing.”
Xiao Yan looked up, the depths of his eyes carrying a gleam not belonging to this age group, and began to size up Xiao Qing, seemingly somewhat curious, but still called out in a “milky voice”: “Cousin Xiao Qing…”
Xiao Yan tilted his head; he had a vague impression of this cousin who was several years older than him, and more than that, curiosity.
In his current memory, this Cousin Xiao Qing seemed to always stay at home, burying himself in hard Cultivate.
Sitting facing the air for such a long time, wouldn’t it be boring?
At this time, Xiao Yan had not yet started Cultivate and felt puzzled in his heart.
“Wife, why did you come?
Didn’t I tell you to rest well at home?”
Xiao Zhan’s tone was filled with worry and love for his wife.
As soon as he saw his wife, he immediately stepped forward, carefully supporting her slender arm.
When his gaze touched her still-pale face, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his heart was filled with worry.
Xiao Zhan’s broad palm could feel the slenderness of his wife’s arm and the fragility that seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Yan Qian felt her husband’s worry, gently patted Xiao Zhan’s large hand, revealed a reassuring smile, and said in a soft voice: “Isn’t it the day for the clan to test Dou Zhi Qi?
The child Yan’er is still very curious about this Xiao Family Dou Zhi Qi test, so I brought him over to take a look.
He is also almost at the stage of starting to Cultivate Dou Zhi Qi!”
As she said this, her gaze looked toward the “little bean” at her feet.
Hearing this, Xiao Zhan immediately “fiercely” glared at Xiao Yan, who was hiding beside his mother, and let out a snort of dissatisfaction from his nose.
This brat, doesn’t he know his mother is not feeling well?
But looking at his son, who was not even as tall as his leg, he ultimately couldn’t bear to speak harsh words, just kept a straight face, and scolded in a low voice: “You brat!”
Xiao Yan was glared at by his father, and the suppressive force from the depths of his Bloodline made him subconsciously shrink his neck, his little head drooping, his eyes staring at his own toes.
At the same time, he “quietly” tugged at his mother’s sleeve.
— — Father is most afraid of Mother!
This was a precious conclusion Xiao Yan had reached through long-term observation.
“Don’t scold Yan’er.” Seeing this, Yan Qian shook her head with a laugh, extended her other slightly cold hand, gently stroked her son’s soft hair top, her fingertips gently rubbing Xiao Yan’s black hair, and helped him out, saying, “Actually…
I myself also wanted to come and see these children in our Xiao Family now, to see the future of our Xiao Family…”
As she said this, her gaze turned again toward the lively square, her eyes filled with anticipation and care for the future of the Family.
Xiao Zhan looked at his wife’s gentle yet persistent appearance, and could only helplessly shake his head, his tone filled with complete indulgence: “You…”
He knew his wife’s character too well; seemingly weak on the outside, but having her own persistence and opinions on the inside.
If he said a few more words, I’m afraid the one to be gently “admonished” next would be himself.
Yan Qian moved her gaze away from her husband and let it fall on Xiao Qing again, looking him up and down.
A hint of emotion flowed in her eyes, and she sighed softly, saying: “Without realizing it, Qing’er has grown so big…”
The youth before her had an upright posture, his height almost catching up to her.
Between his brows, one could vaguely see the shadow of her sister back then, which made her heart ache, yet also feel deeply comforted.
At this time, Yan Qian seemed to remember something, took out an object from her bosom, and placed it into Xiao Qing’s palm.
It was a ring that was black all over, very archaic in style.
One couldn’t tell exactly what material it was forged from, bringing a heavy, cold feeling.
The surface of the ring seemed to be engraved with some long-blurred patterns, but because of the age or wear and tear, it was already difficult to identify the specific shape.
“Sigh,” Yan Qian looked at the black ring, her eyes starting to dim, carrying a faint sadness.
She sighed softly and said, “This is a keepsake left by my sister before.
I only discovered it by chance when I was organizing old things not long ago, thinking…
perhaps it should be handed to you for safekeeping.”
‘A black ring…’
‘Could this be…
that ring from the original work that drained Xiao Yan’s Dou Zhi Qi for three years, eventually causing him to become a waste?!’
‘The legendary Heaven Rank Dou Technique—Ghost Possession!
The place where Yao Lao resides?!’
Xiao Qing’s gaze fell uncontrollably on the black ring in his palm, his pupils couldn’t help but constrict, and his heart’s beating frequency accelerated drastically!
Xiao Qing tried his best to control his facial expression, managing not to reveal his shock.
But deep within, a monstrous wave had already been stirred up!
This seemingly ordinary ring represented the beginning of a legendary tale!
An old man capable of changing the destiny of countless people!