Lu Yang and his companions arrived at Squire Song’s residence with little trouble.

Lu Yang knocked politely, and a young nobleman opened the door. He was a mortal with no cultivation. His face was deathly pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes, likely from lack of sleep.

“You three are…?” The young nobleman eyed Lu Yang’s group warily.

“The three of us are immortal sect disciples. Squire Song invited us to resolve the matter of the painting.”

“Ah, you are immortal sect disciples!” The young nobleman’s eyes widened. The Song Family had reached out to the immortal sects as a last resort and harbored little hope. I didn’t expect the high and mighty immortal sects to really send people over!

“I am Lu Yang. These are my junior sisters, Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting.”

“Lu Yang?! The same Lu Yang who’s unbeatable...