Peace Order

Aunt, you don’t understand martial arts?

Li Guanyi really wanted to retort.

But now he understood cultivation more and said, "Aunt, do you mean you’re not a crude martial artist?"

"Is your practice of another path?"

Murong Qiushui blinked, rubbed the top of the youth’s head with her palm, and said, "Don’t digress, Li Nu’er, sit nicely."

"You’re growing up, and in this manner, there’s some resemblance to your father in your brow."

"But overall, you take after your mother, and are much better-looking than your dad."

Li Guanyi, who rarely heard Murong Qiushui mention his parents, said, "This way, was my dad not good-looking at all?"

Murong Qiushui frowned slightly, smiled, and said, "Cannot say he wasn’t good-looking, men are judged by their valor. But let’s not talk about this, you resemble your parents. However, when your father fought battles across the lands, wearing a face mask, nine tenths of those in the Capital City wouldn’t recognize him. Those who did, invariably wished you would disappear."

Li Guanyi had thought about this problem and said, "What about changing appearance?"

Murong Qiushui said, "But there are many ways to recognize someone in this world, even if reduced to ash you can be identified as either the original or a substitute."