"Mengli, where is your ancestor?"
Feng Xian'er asked with a perfectly straight face.
But her next words nearly shattered Gu Mengli's composure.
"That old fellow really puts on airs. His guests are here, yet the host is still lazing under the covers, dreaming of taking a wife."
"Ahem..."
Gu Mengli could only cough awkwardly.
She glanced at Lin Shisan, whose composure had likewise crumbled. "Please wait a moment, Martial Aunt Feng. Our ancestor will be out shortly."
"You little girl, your mouth still has no gatekeeper. You can't even behave yourself in front of all these juniors."
Along with the irritated voice came footsteps from the rear hall.
A white-haired old man whose drooping eyelids nearly covered his eyes emerged in front, leaning on a cane.
He was none other than Elder Gu, who had guarded the Nine Yang Pavilion that day, the ancestor of Gu Mengli's lineage.
Two other old men followed him, their auras profound. Clearly, they too were figures of antique vintage.
Gu Canghai took the seat of honor. His clouded gaze swept across the room before finally settling on Lin Shisan, where it lingered for a moment.
Lin Shisan immediately stood to show his respect.
"Sit, sit, sit."
Gu Canghai waved a hand, indicating that Lin Shisan should sit without standing on ceremony.
"We're all family here. No need to be so reserved. Sit down and talk."
The long-faced old man on the left also looked at Lin Shisan, his words stiff. "Is this Xian'er's new disciple?"
Feng Xian'er retorted in an equally stiff tone, "He is indeed my youngest disciple. What guidance do you have for him, Senior Brother Gu?"
The long-faced old man shook his head mildly. There was no anger on his aged face; instead, a trace of a smile appeared.
Clearly, he