"Th-third young master..."
The maid did not know why, but she felt that the young master's bearing had changed. A faint, almost imperceptible air of authority now emanated from him.
"The master is looking for you."
That was all the young maid said.
"Mm. I know."
Chen Yan answered, then walked toward the main hall of the three-courtyard residence.
Master Mo sat in an armchair in the main hall, holding a blue-and-white porcelain teacup. A blanket lay across his legs.
Not yet fifty, Master Mo already had graying temples. He had grown somewhat stout and wore a kindly expression.
When he saw Chen Yan approach, Master Mo set down his teacup, then raised a hand to rub the disabled leg beneath the blanket.
"Ze'er, you're here."
Master Mo smiled.
"Father."
Chen Yan greeted him.
Master Mo had clearly noticed that his son seemed rather different today, but he gave it no further thought.
After all, apart from the area around Dao-Suppressing Pass, there were no Immortal Cultivators anywhere in the Far Eastern Lands.
What was more, in the past three thousand years, Chen Yan had never taught the Immortal Cultivators of Azure Crossing Continent any illusion techniques.
A mortal like Master Mo would never imagine that his youngest son had become someone else.
"Ze'er, did you rest well yesterday?"
Master Mo asked.
"Very well, Father."
Chen Yan answered.
"Good. I'll have the servants help you wash and dress properly in a while. Later today, I'm taking you to meet someone."
As he spoke, Master Mo picked up his teacup again, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.
"Do you know whom I'm taking you to meet?"
"I don't, Father."
Chen Yan answered.
Of course he knew.
He had arranged so much and "awakened" at precisely this moment for