Lord Qingluan was Wei Wenxin's direct paternal grand-uncle.
He was short in stature, delicate in temperament, with a rosy, tender face and a head of thick, dark hair that made him look like a young girl of sixteen.
Whenever he looked at others, his face was always full of shyness, just like a naive and innocent sweet young thing who knew nothing of the world.
His appearance aside, his personality was also somewhat socially anxious. Not to mention making eye contact with strangers, he didn't even dare to speak loudly to people.
He was the kind of person whom bad people would want to bully at first glance, and good people would want to protect.
When Wei Wenxin was young, she had thought the same way. She once said with a worried face to her grand-master that they must protect her grand-uncle well, otherwise what would happen if he got bullied by bad people? Every time she spoke to her like that, her grand-master would tell her with a calm expression that everything was destined, and the kind of life a cultivator lived depended entirely on oneself.
Having a powerful sect was merely the icing on the cake; being powerful oneself was the fundamental basis of everything.
At the time, she had felt rather indignant, thinking that her grand-master was not treating her grand-uncle well.Until one time, when she witnessed her uncle being harassed, her uncle cried out in terror, "No, no, no!", only to instantly pull out a heavy sword and pound the assailant into a puddle of mush.
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Chapter 148