Li Xizhi rested briefly as the cloud ship beneath his feet began to move. A man at the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm approached from outside the door. He had a pale face without a beard, hair white as snow, bearing a dignified air. Only one sleeve hung empty, and he stopped beside Li Xizhi.0

He cupped his hands in greeting and said softly, "I am Fei Yihe. Greetings, young master."0

Li Xizhi found the name vaguely familiar, likely one of the Fei Family members who had accompanied them back then. In recent years, under the care of Li Xuanfeng, he had survived despite being covered in wounds.0

Li Xizhi returned the courtesy and replied gently, "Xizhi greets the senior."0

He then recalled his uncle Li Yuanqin, who had been stationed in the southern border. He...2