Xuanzhen had seen the corpse of the so-called "Qing Yu" nephew.
Despite the long journey from Yang City to the Zhenwu Sect, which took many days, Xuanfeng maintained the body with his True Qi, so when they arrived at the Zhenwu Sect, the corpse was stiff but not yet decomposed.
Now that he thought about it carefully, that "Qing Yu" and this Qing Yu did have some resemblance.
However, Xuanzhen certainly did not think they were the same person. Although there were similarities, they were only that—similar, and there were differences. Even if the two stood side by side, no one would feel they were the same person.
When Qing Yu left Yang City, he was still a boy, underage—now, more than two years, almost three years have passed, and Qing Yu had fully grown. Compared to the past, there were tremendous changes.
Not just in appearance but also in aura and charm. The Qing Yu of the True Pill Realm and the Qing Yu of the Postnatal Realm were as different as heaven and earth.
