Yang Chang'an had spent the entire day at home, and he was already itching to get out. He had been planning to visit Spirit City's finest restaurant first thing the next morning, feast to his heart's content, and give himself a proper treat.
But just as he had settled on that plan, a household servant hurried in to report that Qianjun Douluo had sent a messenger and wanted to see him immediately.
"Teacher wants to see me?"
Yang Chang'an looked at the respectful servant standing before him, surprise instantly crossing his face.
Without dwelling on it, he hurried back inside, briefly informed his elders that his teacher had summoned him, and followed the servant straight toward the Coiling Dragon Staff Family's estate.
The Coiling Dragon Staff Family's territory was not within bustling Spirit City, but in a quiet, secluded valley on its outskirts. The peaceful surroundings were ideal for the family's younger members to devote themselves to cultivation, away from the city's endless distractions.
Following close behind the servant, Yang Chang'an soon passed through a long passage. It looked ancient and shadowy, its smooth, even stone walls clearly weathered by many years.
Before long, a courtyard appeared before him, its stately, old-fashioned design exuding a weighty presence. The entrance featured carved beams and painted decorations, imposing enough to reveal the deep foundations of an ancient family.
"Young master, here we are. Please go inside."
The servant stopped outside the courtyard gate and bowed respectfully to Yang Chang'an, his tone exceedingly humble. Then he slowly withdrew without another word.
Once the servant had left, Yang Chang'an stepped into the courtyard without hesitation. He had barely taken a few steps when bursts of hearty, unrestrained laughter came from a room ahead, ringing out so loudly that he could hear them clearly through