Who would have thought that Immortal Venerable Yi Daozi was not in some famous mountain's immortal abode or cultivation sanctuary, but here in the mortal countryside?
Xia Linglan could not help thinking this as she looked at her daughter. The surprise on Lu Yuwei's face was clearly even more pronounced.
Jiang Lang did, after all, pride himself on having a friendship with Yi Shuyuan forged through life and death. Even if he had to pretend, he ought to seem more composed. Looking at the two women beside him, he deliberately cautioned them in a low voice.
"I brought you here without letting him know beforehand, after all. Don't speak out of turn later. Also, this is Old Yi's home in the mortal world. Don't display any divine abilities or magical power. We're simply three guests paying a visit. Understood?"
"Yes!" "We will follow your instructions, Dragon King Jiang!"
Even Lu Yuwei had held Yi Shuyuan in considerable awe back then, and after so many years without seeing him, she was somewhat nervous. Xia Linglan had all the more reason to conduct herself properly.
After standing outside for a while, Jiang Lang examined the Yi Household's gate. Seeing no door knocker, he simply reached out and knocked.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
"Is anyone home?"
Once again, he was asking a question he already knew the answer to. There was such a strong presence of people inside that it would have been strange if nobody were home.
Sure enough, before long, sounds came from within.
It was still early, and many people in the Yi Household's courtyard had only just risen to wash up. Hearing the knocking at the front gate, a servant hurried over to open it and see who was there.
"Who is it? Knocking so loudly this