1075 Twenty Four Heavens

The planet was surrounded by dark clouds with water marks spreading all over the surface. The torrent had gone away and dead silence reigned everywhere.

However, Xu Xuan could see none of these but the exceptional, good looking monk in white robe. A voice which was clear like a bell resounded in his ears.

"I'm your Martial Uncle! Your Martial Uncle! Martial Uncle…"

He defied it instinctively, subconsciously choosing not to believe it. As he was about to answer back sarcastically that there was never an elder who became a monk among the ancestors and the rest of the branches of the Xu family, and that they had their own believe in God, he was surprised to see Meng Qi lifting up his sleeve to store the splashing raindrops and the vast ocean that flooded the whole planet.

This scene was so familiar as he himself had just performed it before.