Old Lu Yang was seriously pondering a question.
As a transmigrator with modern knowledge, he had not only become a disciple of the greatest sect in the world after transmigrating, but also the junior brother of the greatest person in the world. An ancient immortal was lodged inside his body, he was friends with the most powerful young noble, and his cultivation talent was among the best of his generation—there were few throughout history who could compare.
So why was he never the one who got to show off?
"Daoist Lu Yang, please come in for a chat."
Ye Mengyin's voice came once more from behind the blue gauze.
No one was surprised. If even a ci poem like Lu Yang's couldn't satisfy Ye Mengyin, then the problem wasn't with them; it meant the Lotus Pavilion had no intention of receiving anyone.
Under the envious, admiring gazes of the crowd, the Everlasting Immortal lifted the blue gauze and saw Ye Mengyin, who had not shown her face for several days.
The Everlasting Immortal had some impression of Ye Mengyin. After all, Ye Mengyin had organized the Ask Dao Sect's one-hundred-and-twenty-thousandth anniversary celebration.
Throughout the Imperial City, people praised Ye Mengyin's beauty, saying she was so charming and alluring that anyone who saw her would fall for her at first sight. And Ye Mengyin was indeed as stunning as the rumors claimed. With her naturally bewitching constitution, every gesture had its own grace, making her even more captivating than Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting.
But the Everlasting Immortal didn't feel that way at all. Ye Mengyin wasn't as pretty as she was.
Ye Mengyin met the Everlasting Immortal's clear gaze and was astonished. Even her fellow senior and junior sisters were affected by her bewitching constitution. When Meng Jingzhou had