Before long, Liu Ming, accompanied by Qing Gu and the others, left the grand hall and headed towards the flying boat in the square.
It was early morning at this moment,
"Greetings, Family Head." Seeing Liu Ming's arrival, over a dozen Qing Family disciples immediately adopted a solemn expression and bowed in unison.
Liu Ming smiled faintly and waved his hand at these disciples, signaling them to dispense with formalities.
The majority of these dozen had reached the True Pill stage of cultivation; the one with the highest level stood at the front, a young man with a square face, whose cultivation had reached the late stage of the True Pill, perfection realm.
"You must be Qing Yu?" Liu Ming glanced at the young man casually and said indifferently.
This Qing Yu was the disciple most favored by Qing Gu and the others in recent years. Liu Ming had occasionally heard Qing Yu's name, having sensed the youth's restrained aura from afar, thus making this conjecture.
