At almost exactly the same time as the boy opened his mouth, the door of the house behind him silently opened. The boy’s parents stepped out, faces expressionless but eyes cold as they looked at Xu Qing.3

Dark clouds rolled out to cover the evening sky, and raindrops began to fall. Thunder rumbled and lightning bolts crashed off in the distance. As the rain fell, villagers scurried home. The breeze kicked up the dirt and leaves in the street. To any casual observer, it would look like nothing more than an everyday storm. But Xu Qing could see that it was all happening because of the boy in front of him.1

“Well, isn’t this interesting.”5

Turning, he examined the boy’s parents. As he did, the Ghost Emperor mountain in his sea of consciousness glittered, and his pupils suddenly shone.1

The boy’s parents shivered, and the coldness in their eyes suddenly changed to astonishment and terror. The exact same expression appeared in the eyes of the boy.1

Xu Qing didn’t exert any pressure. After looking at them, he reined in the image of the Ghost Emperor mountain, then looked away from the parents. They weren’t of any concern to him. What he was interested in was...0