Lu Yang was quite popular in the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace. As Lan Ting escorted him on his tour of the immortal palace, the disciples also conducted their own “tour” of Lu Yang. Wherever he went, crowds of disciples would surround him, peppering him with all sorts of questions, making him feel like some rare and exotic specimen.

Though male cultivators were indeed a rare and exotic species in the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace.

“Alright, that’s enough. Don’t forget it’s cultivation time now. Do not let yourselves be distracted.” A steady voice rang out, instantly silencing the chattering disciples. They quickly returned to their places and resumed their cultivation obediently.

A cold and aloof female cultivator with a jet-black ring on her middle finger approached.

“Senior Sister Jinghong.” Lan Ting greeted with a bow.

Lu Yang followed suit, mimicking...