The Lu Clan Master and Lu Fengxian sat in the main position. To the left was a group of black-cloaked heretical experts, clearly the members of Senluo.

One of them was quite exceptional, adorned in full armor. He was Lu Fengxian’s favorite disciple, Yun Yang.

Lu Yinyin remained calm in the presence of these experts, not deterred at all. Her style remained fitting of a daughter from a great clan. She got on her knees and let everyone hear her beautiful voice: “I wish Father, Uncle, and fellow ancestors good health.”

“Everyone is present for the banquet tonight yet you’re late.” Her father put on a stern expression.

Her mother had a court dress on. She looked unhappy with her husband and instantly defended her daughter. She clearly doted on Yinyin.

“Cousin, it’s only a feast, no need to be so serious. Get up, Yinyin. You’re a beauty now after only a few...