Tempest Manor was one of the three generals’ manors in Cloudwater, inhabited by Feng Wujiang. Lu Yun hacked through a few hundred guards with a single slash and set foot into the manor. 

Another few hundred guards encircled him in the span of another breath.

“Come out and meet your maker, Feng Yin!” Blood dripped down Lu Yun’s sword as he spoke. “Don’t let these innocent immortals die for nothing.”

“My, my, listen to this arrogance!” echoed an old voice from the inner residence. A figure of faint cyan emerged out of nowhere, solidifying as a hearty old man in high spirits and clad in extravagant silk robes. His silver hair was impeccably coiffed, a gleaming topknot offsetting the deep cyan of his clothing.

All of the guards looked at him with deference as he...