In the Qingyun Li family, dust is flying on the martial arts field.
Li Chehai stood in the corner, his gray cloth soaked with sweat. He stared at the sweaty figure in the center of the field - Li Xuan, a direct lineage genius. He had already built the second floor at the age of eighteen, and his sword energy was as sharp as the wind.
"The side branch is just a side branch. He is not even worthy of being my sparring partner." Li Xuan put away his sword with sarcasm on his lips, "If you dare to look up at me at the family banquet next time, be careful I'll dig out your eyeballs."
The direct descendants around burst into laughter.
Li Chuhai's fingers were clenched tightly in his sleeves, and his nails dug into his palms. He didn't retort and turned to leave. The laughter behind him was like needles pricking his back.
He knew that his qualifications were mediocre. He barely managed to introduce Qi into his body at the age of sixteen, and he was still at the sixth level of Qi training. There are thousands of children in the family, but only a few can remember their names, and he is not even one of the few.
"Cha Hai!" Came a slightly older voice.
Li Chuhai turned around and saw the third elder Li Songbai approaching. The third elder has a low status in the family and is in charge of chores, but he is one of the few elders who is polite to him.
