Shi Qingjun was stunned for a moment: "In your eyes, he's just a child?"
A child, sure, but she specifically emphasized that he was an intelligent, obedient, and diligent child.
Intelligent, obedient—these words could hardly be used to describe an immortal reincarnation.
Shi Qingjun stared at her red-robed reflection in the water below and recalled that scene under the heavenly lightning.
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The young man stood before the purple lightning, his robes fluttering, merging with the world around him, summoning lightning, the electric light a pale purple that enveloped him.
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"...A child."
Shi Qingjun's eyes quivered slightly as she murmured, "Whose child? Such a person... should he be called a Child of Heaven?"
The thunder tribulation that could seal her entire cultivation was perceived as obedient in Xu Chang'an's eyes.
If he was a child, only the Heavenly Dao could be his father.
"Sect Leader?"
