Gu Qingxi thought she had heard it wrong, but the third elder repeated it again: "I only saw you."
Feng Xiatian and Lu Kong's faces immediately showed worry. The third elder saw it and said unhappily: "Put away your expressions. With the status and position of our palace master, how could he be unfavorable to a junior?" Feng Xiatian
muttered: "Isn't your elder also a person of status and position? Didn't he act rudely towards Qingxi before?"
The third elder's expression froze. He grunted and squeezed out a sentence: "What happened just now was all a misunderstanding."
He was too ashamed to tell the truth.
What did you say?
You said that you are the real masters of the trial land, and we have occupied your nest for so many years and have taken a lot of benefits from you, and then you turned the tables and said that you stole the things inside? If you really
said this, Donghua Palace would lose all its face and become the biggest joke in the world of cultivation!
Gu Qingxi said lightly at this time: "I know."
After that, Gu Qingxi went into the hall.
The third elder stood there, silent.
He felt the same as the elders and guardians who had left before. In addition to embarrassment and shame, he was also shocked and confused.
Who among Gu Qingxi and his group was the reincarnation of a powerful person? It must
be Gu Qingxi, right?
Otherwise, the Palace Master had just told him to be especially polite to Gu Qingxi, and now he was meeting Gu Qingxi alone.
So which powerful person was Gu Qingxi's reincarnation? And what was her relationship with her Palace Master?
Feng Xiatian and Liaokong looked at the entrance of the hall with some worry. Jueming whispered at this time: "Don't worry. Although Emperor Donghua is a bit overbearing and strong, he will not really embarrass a junior."
The third elder was listening to this and felt it was strange.
Are you praising our Palace Master or insulting our Palace Master?
Feng Xiatian and Liaokong nodded after hearing this, but the worry in their eyes still did not fade away.
After seeing how those people in Donghua Palace behaved, they also had doubts about the Palace Master of Donghua Palace.
At this moment, Gu Qingxi has entered the hall. After entering the hall, the door behind her automatically closed, and then a barrier appeared at this moment, completely isolating her from the outside.
Gu Qingxi did not panic, but slowly walked forward.
At the front of the hall, there was a tall figure, standing with his back to her and his hands behind his back. The man was wearing a black and luxurious robe with dark gold patterns embroidered on the clothes. The pattern was low-key and simple. His long hair was tied up, black and smooth, and the white jade crown on his head was simple in style, but had a layer of crystal light.
Is this the Emperor Donghua?
As Gu Qingxi walked forward, the man did not turn around. When Gu Qingxi got very close, the man slowly turned around.
After Gu Qingxi saw the face of the person in front of her clearly, she lost her
voice and said, "Zhongli Cang!" She was extremely shocked. The person in front of her had a face very similar to Zhongli, or even exactly the same.
What's going on?
Shouldn't the person standing here be the Palace Master of Donghua Palace, Emperor Donghua?
The person standing on the top smiled slightly, then slowly walked down from the top, all the way to Gu Qingxi's front, his beautiful light blue eyes, staring at Gu Qingxi steadily, his thin lips slightly opened, as if he said something, but at this moment Gu Qingxi felt that her eyes went dark, she completely lost consciousness, and the whole person fell softly.
Emperor Donghua stretched out his hand and hugged Gu Qingxi, and the next moment, he and Gu Qingxi disappeared in the hall.
In an instant, Emperor Donghua had appeared in his bedroom, he held Gu Qingxi horizontally, and carefully placed Gu Qingxi on the bed.
Then he waved his hand gently, and the bewildered old ancestor Wanling appeared in front of him.
The ancestor of Wanling seemed to have not come back to his senses yet. He looked at Gu Qingxi, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and then looked at Emperor Donghua, and howled: "What's going on? Qingxi, wake up quickly, there is a pervert who wants to harm you?"
A trace of helplessness appeared on the handsome face of Emperor Donghua, and he spoke: "Junior brother, it's me."
The ancestor of Wanling was confused: "Eh?"
He turned his head and looked at Emperor Donghua carefully: "You seem, a little familiar?"
Emperor Donghua was silent. He looked at the ancestor of Wanling for a long time without saying anything.
The ancestor of Wanling thought hard, always feeling that the person in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen him before?
The next moment, the ancestor of Wanling felt someone touching his head. He looked at Emperor Donghua blankly, only to find that it was Emperor Donghua who was touching his head.
Strange?
Isn't he a soul?
Why can this person touch his head?
And why does this feeling seem familiar?
"Little Junior Brother, you really did it. You really brought Master back to this world." Emperor Donghua sighed, his voice was filled with sadness, relief, and nostalgia.
"You, who are you..." Ancestor Wan Ling felt a sourness in his heart, which slowly turned into a dull pain. Emperor Donghua
's eyes were a little distressed, but he did not continue the previous topic, but whispered: "You can't remember anything?"
"Remember what?" Ancestor Wan Ling's eyes were blank. His heart hurts, but why can't he remember who is in front of him?
Emperor Donghua whispered: "I am your second senior brother. Haven't you met your seventh senior brother and sixth senior sister?"
Ancestor Wan Ling was completely dumbfounded. What is the person in front of him saying, why can't he understand a word?
When Emperor Donghua saw Ancestor Wan Ling's expression, the pain in his heart became even worse. He understood that the soul of the little junior brother was too damaged and he had forgotten many things.
"Second senior brother?" Ancestor Wan Ling murmured a few words.
"Yes, I am your second senior brother." Emperor Donghua sighed softly, "You don't remember me, and it seems that you don't remember your sixth senior sister and seventh senior brother either."
Ancestor Wanling looked at Emperor Donghua in confusion: "Although I don't remember who you are, I always feel like I have seen you before, and you touched my head just now, and I felt so warm."
Emperor Donghua laughed: "So you still remember me deep in your heart."
Ancestor Wan Ling looked at the man in front of him. Although he had many questions in his mind, the feeling of nostalgia and warmth was not fake.
"Are you really my second senior brother?" Ancestor Wan Ling asked cautiously.
"Yes." Emperor Donghua nodded gently.
"Second senior brother!" Ancestor Wan Ling shouted happily. He felt that what the person in front of him said was true and would not lie to him. So, did he really find his senior brother?
"I'm here, little junior brother." Emperor Donghua responded with a gentle smile.
"Second senior brother, you said I met the sixth senior sister and the seventh senior brother. Who are they?" Ancestor Wan Ling asked doubtfully.
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