Old Yuan and his group were truly baffled. Yang Yuxin's daughter had actually taken the master of this place as her teacher?
What they had not expected was that this was only the first shock of the day.
At around seven-thirty, Yang Yuxin appeared as well. She and Gao Qiang took everyone on a tour of the manor.
Before they knew it, Feng Jun had taken over the manor more than a year ago. Thanks to its constant absorption of spiritual energy, the flowers, grass, and trees throughout the manor had grown extraordinarily lush.
As they walked, they approached the valley, and everyone soon noticed the dense white mist produced by the trapping formation.
"You can take pictures of the white mist if you want," Yang Yuxin said solemnly. "But let me make this clear in advance: once you pass through the mist, no more photos. Please cooperate."
Beyond the white mist was the Spirit Plant Formation. There were quite a few people in this group who knew their stuff.
"Damn, is that ginseng?" someone cried out. "It has to be over a hundred years old, right?"
"Holy crap, is that reishi? Is it really reishi? Don't tell me it's some reishi-shaped sculpture. How can it be that big?"
"Ahem." Gao Qiang cleared his throat twice. "Quiet, everyone. There are people cultivating nearby. Don't disturb them."
He had not needed to personally receive them today, but Yuan Huapeng could be considered his benefactor after all, so he could not deny him this courtesy. To keep others from becoming suspicious, he had already changed "cultivation" to "quiet cultivation."
Yet the moment he finished speaking, someone shouted without giving him any face at all, "Crow King! That's Crow King!"
The one shouting was none other than the benefactor's son, Yuan Youwei. Pointing