Jun Simian's manner of introduction left several of her disciples stunned.
It seemed Shuiyue Mountain was about to gain another person no one could afford to provoke.
As each of them pondered this,
a figure appeared outside the treehouse.
The man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He simply stood blankly outside the treehouse, staring at it for a long while, unable to conceal the shock in his eyes.
Only when Jun Simian saw the middle-aged man arrive did she dismiss her four disciples.
The four hurried past the middle-aged man as they left, yet none of them managed to snap him out of his shock.
Jun Simian's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Wuhuan, since you're back, what are you standing there in a daze for? Come in!"
Her voice remained cool and imposing, as though she were reprimanding a junior disciple.
Yet the name she called out gave Qin Shaofeng a jolt.
Wuhuan, Xian Wuhuan?
The lord of Shuiyue Mountain, Xian Wuhuan.
It seemed this Aunt Jun truly was formidable. She could actually order even Shuiyue Mountain's lord around so freely.
Xian Wuhuan looked to be only a little over thirty.
His cultivation was already beyond Qin Shaofeng's ability to perceive.
As Shuiyue Mountain's lord, his cultivation was surely at least at the Venerable Realm.
His arrival immediately prompted Xian Mengyao to take the initiative to leave.
If it had been before, she would have taken Xian Xiaoying away with her when encountering something like this. But that was clearly impossible now.
Xian Mengyao also lived in this estate, though her residence was some distance from the treehouse.
After she left, it seemed as though only family remained in the treehouse.
"Xiaoyao, this is your uncle by marriage, Xian Wuhuan. If you need any cultivation resources in the future,