"Senior Brother Dai should send someone to pick me up, right?"
Lu Yang said. Senior Brother Dai was kindhearted. He surely wouldn't leave him stranded in the dangerous Extreme North.
"Until the sect sends someone, I'll keep a low profile and treat this as a chance to experience mortal life."
"Is Little Lu in there?" Murong You's voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Murong You pushed open the door and came in, cheerfully checking on Lu Yang. "Settling in all right? If you run into any trouble, tell me. My name still carries some weight on Rainy Street."
"I'm doing fine. The place is pretty nice."
Lu Yang poured Murong You some tea. Unlike the pampered immortals, he wasn't particular about where he stayed. As long as it was livable, it was fine.
Murong You took the tea, then suddenly paused. Before, he'd been able to tell that Lu Yang was at the Foundation Establishment Realm. How come he couldn't see through Lu Yang's cultivation now?
Had he used some sort of treasure that concealed his cultivation?
As expected of someone from a prominent Aristocratic Clan—he had plenty of life-saving treasures on him.
"Little Lu, this is what you'll be teaching in class."
Murong You brought out a finely bound manual of boxing techniques: the Tiger Roar Fist, the very foundation of Tiger Roar Sect.
Lu Yang flipped through it and immediately understood the principle. It was similar to Lion's Roar, only much simpler, with a lower barrier to entry. At Ask Dao Sect's Scripture Depository, something like this would be shelved beside The Complete Collection of Crosstalk. It was a folk art.
"Sir, this manual isn't complete, is it?"
"Good eye. This manual is only for mortals and Qi Refining cultivators. To train at the Foundation Establishment