Li Yuanjiao led a small group of boys up the mountain path and stood before the rear courtyard's formation that was shimmering in white light.0

Li Xijun stared at it in awe. He gripped Li Ximing's hand and whispered, "Third Brother, is this where that rumored green and white immortal sword is…?"0

"No idea," Li Ximing replied, furrowing his brow slightly. His features were sharp and smooth, yet next to Li Xijun, they seemed rather plain. "I've never set foot in this courtyard all the years I've been home…" he continued as his voice trailed off.0

"This is our ancestral hall," Li Xizhi explained softly, holding his coat tightly. Being much older than Li Ximing and Li Xijun who only reached up to his waist, he spoke warmly.0

"After Brother Cheng and I were assessed for spiritual orifice, we were brought here to honor our ancestors and...0