Chapter 1201: The Origin of the Profound Blood, Creator of t
"Could this be... a sign of weakness" Many cultivators widened their eyes.It's obvious that the Immortal Court has no real way to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.To kill or not to kill, persuasion is useless.Ju...Jun Xiaoyao's return to the Jun family in the Wilderness Immortal Domain undoubtedly caused another stir.
After all, the Jun family has received news that Jun Xiaoyao killed three forbidden families in Xianyuan with his hand.
The Jun family members did not believe that Jun Xiaoyao had done anything wrong.
On the contrary, I believe that Jun Xiaoyao's approach is the most in line with the style of the Jun family.
Jun Xiaoyao's prestige in the Jun family has obviously reached a new peak once again.
And while Jun Xiaoyao brought back a quasi-emperor, it also piqued the curiosity of everyone in the Jun family.
Even, the several ancestors of the Jun family appeared in person, showing respect to Luo Xiangling.
Luo Xiangling's strength is almost on par with several ancient ancestors of the Jun family.
And Xiao Qianxue, even more so, caused a look of surprise on the faces of several ancestors of the Jun family.
"Oh" exclaimed the ancestor in astonishment.
Xiaoxianxue was very shy, and she just huddled behind Jun Xiaoyao.
"Have you all noticed anything" Jun Xiaoyao asked with a smile.
"Not so simple, XiaoYao, this is your destiny."
The numerous ancestors of the Jun family were knowledgeable and experienced, but they did not point it out.
But to make it not easy for them to say, that obviously won't be simple.
Jun Xiaoyao doesn't mind it. He genuinely treats Xiao Qianshu as his daughter now and isn't in a hurry to investigate her identity or origins.
Jun Xiaoyao's biological mother, Jiang Rou, also appeared, showering Jun Xiaoyao with another round of concern and care.
Upon seeing Xiao Qianxue, Jiang Rou was taken aback.
"Father..."nly then did Jun Xiaoyao understand the depth of pain that Dongfang Aoyue, this woman, was carrying.The sparrowhawk speaks well.She numbed herself with coldness, transforming all her sorrow and hatred...