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The closer they got to New State, the more familiar faces appeared, all martial artists from Yezhou City, hurrying towards New State in groups.
"Your father's connections are impressive," one remarked.
Along the way, not only were there martial artists, but also some officials, even from other countries. The officials from the Great Jing Dynasty mostly traveled personally, while those from other nations sent capable subordinates, their attire differing from that of the Great Jing Dynasty.
Qi Xiaomian explained, "He values face and is particular about appearances. Moreover, it’s said that he is celebrating a significant birthday, so the event must be grand."
"Is it true? Ten? He’s only ten? You once told me that when your mother met him, he was already part of The First Family of the Jianghu. By your calculations, he must have been in his twenties to hold such a position in the martial world. That’s incredibly young."
During their last encounter, although he hadn’t used his full strength, it was still evident; unless he was exceptionally good at hiding it. Overall, I didn’t think his martial skills were particularly high.
"His skills aren’t top-notch," Qi Xiaomian replied. "At his age, Ji Qing, and with limited experience, how did he manage to command respect?"
"First off, who knows how old he really is? His face is quite deceptive. With his status, no one dares to challenge him," Qi Xiaomian continued.
"I remember that Qi Xiao Kun and his brother actually had several siblings before. The ones from the Qi Family who died shortly after birth aren’t counted in the hierarchy according to tradition. So those two brothers are ranked second and third; by age, they’re about seven or eight years older than me."
"The eldest of the Qi Family is a concubine's son and lives in seclusion; I’ve never seen what he looks like. I’ve heard he’s around thirty."
"The few who died before the eldest son are unknown in age and don’t even have names; they’ve never appeared in the ancestral hall."
"If we compare the ages of all the children, claiming ten years old could pass as believable. However, before establishing the Qi Family, he had already roamed the martial world for several years. If we delve into those experiences, claiming ten years old doesn’t hold up."
Sang Qingxiao found it amusing. "Your father is quite peculiar; with such an age and appearance—he's not a woman—shouldn't a man aspire to greater things?"
Qi Xiaomian snorted. "If it weren’t for establishing the Qi Family and living under everyone’s watchful eyes where he couldn’t easily exaggerate his age, I believe he would have claimed to be even younger."
"Aside from his obsession with age and appearance, does your father have any other peculiar traits?"
Without hesitation, Qi Xiaomian replied, "He has an unpredictable temperament; sometimes he's lecherous and passionate, other times cold and bloodthirsty—especially evident in his attitude towards women from the Rear Courtyard."
"I’ve seen him embrace a woman one moment and then suddenly kill her the next. The switch between those two faces was without warning; I was frightened by him several times as a child."
"When he looked at me with those two faces, his gaze was entirely different. The lecherous face looked at me with disdainful pride while the other was filled with disgust and hatred."
"So which face did he show in Yezhou City?"
Qi Xiaomian shook his head. "I’m puzzled too; perhaps it’s been too long since I last saw him. It felt like that time was somewhere between the two—leaning more towards coldness and bloodlust."
"But are there any other peculiarities?"
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