Qing Lei didn't want to be accused of bullying the young, so he kept a benevolent smile on his face, "Dear nephew. I was actually planning to entrust this family's heavy responsibilities to you when you reached Late-stage Nascent Soul. But you're clearly too impatient, and I had no choice but to agree to this duel with you. How about this, I'll let you have three moves—you attack first, what do you say?"
After finishing his words, Qing Lei thought he sounded rather cultured and gracious, feeling quite pleased with himself.
But as soon as he finished, Ye Wu and the others' expressions turned strangely odd.
Qing Lei was slightly puzzled.
What's wrong? Did he say something off?
Before he could think deeper, Qingxuan squinted his fox-like eyes, gazing at him with a smile: "Uncle, are you sure... you're letting me have three moves?"
Qing Lei couldn't help nodding, "That's right."
"Good." Qingxuan accepted, "Then for these three moves, Uncle, I'd ask you to receive them properly."
