In the grand hall, spiritual energy hovered vaguely.
Xu Mu wore a blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze as tranquil as water. He had a calm temperament, and his body emanated a dim spiritual light. He seemed like an ordinary mortal.
"Oh!"
In front of Xu Mu, Xu Tianpu, with his naive appearance and a bitter smile on his face, nodded.
He thought to himself, unable to avoid the impending reprimand from his father, for similar situations had occurred too often.
He felt there was something wrong with his body, but everyone from his mother to his master had tried countless methods and consulted countless people, including a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, but no anomaly was discovered.
Now, everyone believed he was lying, and he had given up defending himself, nor did he expect Xu Mu to detect any abnormalities.
Although his father always gave off a strong and mysterious aura, he didn't believe him to be superior to the Nascent Soul Stage ancestor.
