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At Mount Qingdu.
Li Xijun stepped out of the hall, where a middle-aged man whose Daoist robe was embroidered with intricate patterns had been waiting.
Liu Changdie’s eyebrows rose as he appraised him and said softly, "Congratulations on reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm, nephew."
Li Xijun nodded and responded politely, "Greetings, uncle."
Liu Changdie examined the young man in white. Upon closer inspection, he felt that Li Xijun carried himself with the grace and calmness of falling snow. It was somewhat different from the youth in his memories.
He could not help but sigh inwardly, It seems the Dao of Frost and Snow truly suits the Eighth Young Master… Compared to the person I knew in my previous life, Li Xijun has shed some of that cynical coldness and instead gained a restrained sharpness that lies hidden beneath the snow. He may not have the reputation of his past self, but his temperament has grown.
A faint trace of delight flickered across Liu Changdie's face. When he thought about it, the only young master he had yet to meet was Li Ximing. He wondered what the young man looked like now. He estimated that Li Ximing should...
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