In the night, the wind seemed drunk.

The private doctor of the Li Family hurried over to a mansion. Yet inside the most lavish room of the estate, Master Tian and Li Mingfang were both standing ahead of a seat with reservation. They didn’t dare to sit.

In front of them, a cup flew up, light as a feather. Afterwards, a quiet sipping noise rang out, and the teacup lid moved. Li Mingfang and Master Tian tightly pursed their lips, hearts beating like drums.

This was the unknown. Towards the unknown, men held an instinctual fear, as explained by psychological specialists. And yet… this was in kind a serendipitous chance!

Maybe… possibly… if by chance… 

So long as there was a shred of opportunity, it would be the Li Family’s time to rise!

“Sit.” Xu Yangyi sipped his tea and set down the cup. “Tell the truth. I don’t like outsiders being over-cautious. All I want to do is chat with you two.”

Cultivators didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, only honoring themselves. In not even believing these supernatural beings, then why so much esteem for other humans? Xu Yangyi disapproved of groveling and sycophancy.

Nevertheless, no one dared to sit.

“Sit down.” Xu Yangyi was somewhat impatient, and his voice became a fraction lower. Only then did Li Mingfang and Master Tian clench their teeth...