Qing Qishu earnestly looked at him, "Leek Leaf, can we not cut anymore?"
"Qing Qishu, do you realize what you're saying?" Qing Jiuye's voice carried strands of chill, and the turquoise leaf on his brow sank accordingly.
Qing Qishu blinked, the tree patterns on his forehead moving, "It doesn't have to be the skull, right? Just take my kneecap, it's shattered anyway and doesn't look too noticeable, can't we just make do with that?"
These two had vastly different personalities. Despite being from the same clan and wearing similar attire, anyone could easily tell them apart. However, what caught Jiang Wang's attention the most were the turquoise leaf on Qing Jiuye's brow and the tree patterns on Qing Qishu's forehead.
He sensed a mysterious power between them, vaguely feeling that these might be the sources of their Transcendent abilities.
