Yang Qing's left brow raised slightly at the remark. "Your founder's will?"
"Yes," Xia Cangfu answered with a slight nod. His eyes remained on his bamboo juice, though his gaze seemed distant, like he was seeing another world in that cup.
"How much do you know about him?" he suddenly asked, looking up. "Our founder, I mean," he added.
"Only what Xia Fang told me," Yang Qing replied, then gave a brief overview, summarizing the key points Xia Fang had shared about their ancestor.
"Some of the doubts you have..." Xia Cangfu continued, his eyes flashing with insight. "They were formed when you came here, right?"
Yang Qing nodded. "Yes."
"I'm guessing one of them is how he lost his cultivation realm?"
"Indeed it is," Yang Qing admitted, looking at Xia Cangfu.
Is that awe I see on him? he wondered, surprised by the unconcealed look of awe and admiration in Xia Cangfu's eyes.
