"Wow, so this is the Lan Family's Old Residence? It really is impressive!"
The group stood between two enormous stone lions and looked up at the centuries-old residence.
Above the gate, the two characters for "Lan Mansion" were written in bold, elegant strokes.
Blue-tiled eaves rose through the thin mist, with dark green mountains stretching across the distance.
Su Ye had not seen many other places, but compared with the grand estates of Yujing's elite families, this residence seemed to have a deeper history, steeped in its green mountains and clear waters.
After a short wait, a plump middle-aged man hurried out of the residence, followed by a dozen nervous-looking young people.
The middle-aged butler looked grave. "I'm Lan Guan, the Lan Family's butler. Are you the ones who want to see our patriarch?"
"That's right. Take us to Lan Hengyu."
Su Jinghong stepped forward.
"Tell him the Feng—"
Before Su Jinghong could introduce herself, a green-haired young man behind Lan Guan jumped out and pointed at her.
"Oh, I see! Our young master has barely gone missing, and the Feng Family is already here to provoke us? Let me tell you, we don't need the young master to deal with you. I, Lan Buran, can beat you all myself!"
"Buran, stand down!"
Lan Guan was startled and immediately barked at him.
The people opposite him looked young, but none of their auras could be underestimated. There were even several whose Cultivation Levels Lan Guan could not sense at all!
What did that mean?
It meant that several of these young men and women had Cultivation Levels above his own—at least beyond the middle stage of the Seventh Heaven!
To reach such levels at their age, these people could not be ordinary.
They had demanded to see the patriarch and