Lu Xiaochi was roughly eighty years old. Although cultivators possessed long lifespans, making it so that eighty years old was the start of one’s life, he was an upright and honest individual who wouldn’t mix with a hooligan like Lu Yun.

Livid, he said stiffly, “Your grandfather wants you.”

“Okay.” Lu Yun nodded, on a roll. He licked his lips and left the yard.

Lu Xiaochi’s cross expression turned into a rueful chuckle as he watched Lu Yun go. That bout of ridiculousness had prevented him from asking some questions that he’d wanted answers to.

“It looks like there is definitely more than meets the eye for this nephew of mine… And is there really a red mole on Ouyang Shengxiang’s bottom?” He suddenly stroked his chin thoughtfully.

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The Lu complex was a massive park forested by various individual residences, each protected by individual formations. Lu Tianling’s residence sat in the middle of the complex and was the eye of the major protection formation—the Major Cycle Nebula Formation.

As a direct lineal descendent of the patriarch, the eldest grandson, and the future heir, Lu Yun could come and go through the formation’s...