Chapter 777: The Rival Is Too Powerful
The deep moss green color, in the sunlight, carried a touch of cool bewilderment and mystery.
Those were a pair of eyes that resembled Su Yu’s immensely.
He was very tall, with pale skin, silver hair cascading down his shoulders. Watching him, Han Jing somehow recalled scenes from a past life, glimpsing the Elf King—noble, elegant, as if any beautiful word bestowed upon him was a kind of blasphemy.
His face had long blurred with age; he seemed both a wise and profound elder and a noble and aloof young man.
This god-like person standing before them indeed made everyone lose their composure for a moment.
Except for the overly enthusiastic Qing Ke, everyone present understood like a mirror, no matter what this person’s identity was, there was a very certain identity, that is, Su Yu’s biological father.
Ever since the name Su Yu appeared in the Spirit Cultivation Realm, over so many years, no one knew his true identity. People only knew that he was Xia Ji’s son, seemingly vaguely related to the imperial family of Nanyao Country. But those who knew the truth were aware he was not of the bloodline of Nanyao’s imperial family. No one knew who he really was, not even he himself.
Countless people even doubted whether he was indeed Xia Ji’s son.
Han Jing knew that Su Yu was indeed Xia Ji’s biological son. Su Yaogeng told her that Su Yu was born in the Nanyao’s Imperial Palace. Although she hadn’t witnessed it herself, Su Yu resembled Xia Ji greatly—this detail could neither be fabricated nor falsified.
Yet, given Xia Ji’s extreme nature, it still left people with a slight sense of twisted doubt.
Until this moment, when Han Jing saw this man, her first thought was, they were definitely family, related by blood.
To say they had no blood relation, even ghosts wouldn’t believe it.
His gaze quietly fell on Xia Ji, but his voice was surprisingly soft, uttering only four words: "You have returned."
Xia Ji had a smile on her lips, but anyone with eyes could tell how cold her smile was at this moment. It was so cold that the surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant. Yet her voice retained its usual gentle yet teasing tone: "Yes, I have returned."
He used a declarative sentence, and her reply was also a declarative sentence, yet the atmosphere between the two was worlds apart.
Standing behind Xia Ji, Ling Yue pressed his lips tightly, even his forehead wrinkled into a frown. Clearly, this rival, almost from any aspect, could outmatch him.
Suddenly, he regretted it, regretting agreeing to let her come here. Although his opposition had absolutely no effect on her, it was far less than the current panic he felt.
Others remained silent within this inexplicably tense atmosphere.
It was only the somewhat dull-witted Qing Ke who laughed heartily and excitedly said to that man, "Clan Leader, Sister Ling has finally come back. Shouldn’t we celebrate tonight and hold a welcome banquet for her?"
Then he quietly said to Xia Ji, "Sister Ling, you wouldn’t know, since you left, the Clan Leader has never married. Now it’s great! You’ve finally returned!"
He smiled sincerely, but the cold in Xia Ji’s eyes spread bit by bit.
Ling Yue’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot—Clan Leader, a member of the Xia Clan, just how formidable was this rival?