Li Chengliao was busy picking up wooden weapons scattered on the ground when the lively chatter of his brothers and sisters suddenly fell silent. The quietness was so profound that one could hear a pin drop, with only Li Minggong's nervous voice breaking the stillness.0

"Brother Liao… Brother Liao…" she called.0

Li Chengliao looked up and saw a young man standing before him, dressed in white with a sword at his back, exuding an extraordinary aura.0

The teenager's eyes immediately sparkled with excitement as he nervously exclaimed, "Liao'er greets Youngest Uncle!"0

Li Xijun was momentarily taken aback, only now realizing that this child was the eldest son of Li Xicheng. He had seen him before, though the boy had not been named at birth. A decade had passed, and he could hardly recognize him.0

"Your name is Li Chengliao?" he asked, slightly embarrassed before quickly...0