After a hour of traveling, they reached a grand mansion. Lu Liuyan and Yan Ming got off the carriage.
Lu Liuyan spoke, "This is my humble home. It might not be much, but I can guarantee you're stay here."
"Alright." Yan Ming replied.
Walking inside, servants upon servants lined up to guide the two of them. However before they did, Yan Ming felt a strong feeling pass by him. It was like...an aura.
"I hope that you can forgive me. In my times in the cultivation world, being too careless can be one's own undoing." A voice echoed from above.
With a bright flash of light, a person stood in front of Yan Ming. He was a elderly man with plain blue robes. One might even mistake him for a receptionist to an inn if they didn't know his power level.
Is he a Nascent cultivator?
-Yes, but you have nothing to fear. Even if someone at the Dao formation and above came, they wouldn't be able to kill you. Although the lower their cultivation the less they become entranced by your lovely eyes~
Hearing these words, he became confused.
-If you die–hm....never mind, it's much more interesting if you see it for yourself. Just know that nothing in this plane of existence can harm you.
Yan Ming was dubious. Nothing? Nothing at all? Even now, he still couldn't bring himself to trust anything that Hong Lianhua said.
"My name is Lu Feng, a sect elder of Starforged Hall . I wonder who this friend is?" Lu Feng asked politely with his hands clasped in front.
Yan Ming returned the gesture, "Yan Ming..."
He paused for a while. The only sect that he had been in was the Violet Petal sect. What if Lu Feng knows the people there? Even if he didn't, it was too easy to find out the truth if he were to dig for it.
Lu Feng looked on without saying anything. He simply thought to himself:
Could it be a rogue cultivator? From the looks of it, it shouldn't be! A rogue cultivator, especially one at the Nascent realm are scarce, but when they appear, they make names for themselves.
Lu Feng examined Yan Ming's face, body, and any noticeable feature. He had sharp and cold red eyes which could cause people to become lost in them.
His skin was impeccable, even smoother than a woman's. He had never seen such a handsome man in his thousands of lifespan, which made him even more on guard.
If he wasn't careful, he would start to daydream.
And yet Yan Ming's actions made him seem...like a country bum?
No matter how much I think about it, this man doesn't belong to a sect!
....Why would he be here then?
Lu Feng smiled, "So it's Brother Yan, a pleasure to meet you. If you don't want to say your affiliation, then I won't push you."
He looked at Lu Liuyan with a smile and nods. "Liuyan, where did you go? Older brother was going to look for you if you didn't come back!"
"I was just viewing the mountains and the lakes. I've been inside for too long and I feel all cooped up."
"Getting some fresh air is nice. But! Make sure to tell someone before leaving, alright?"
She bowed respectfully with a smile, "I know uncle!"
Lu Feng looked back at Yan Ming with a warm welcoming smile. "Brother Yan, would you like to come in for tea? I would love to exchange knowledge with you."
Yan Ming shooked his head. "Sorry, I don't like tea."
"Uh..." for a moment Lu Feng's composure broke down, but a refined smile simply took its place. "No worries, I can guarantee that my spiritual tea, will live up to your taste! If you really don't like tea then, I have a 300 year old wine just waiting for such a person of your caliber!"
He once again shooked his head with a nonchalant and calm face. "Sorry, I don't drink wine."
Lu Feng bit down almost in anger, but through his teeth he spoke with a calm manner. "Well, what would you like to drink?"
"Water."
Lu Feng closed his eyes, puffed out his frustrations, and returned back to his neutral self. "Of course! Returning to the way of origin. No matter it be wine or tea, water would be the ancestor of all life!"
After ranting for a while about nonsense, Yan Ming simply replied, "Alright."
Lu Feng mustered up every part of his concentration, focus, and willpower to keep calm, to stay calm! Even if on the inside, he was frustrated, annoyed, or irritated, he can't let it show!
"Please, after you." Like a host to a guest, he invites Yan Ming in, which he does so and walks inside.
Lu Liuyan who was watching this all go down, was a little scared to say the least. Although she was only a mortal woman, she had grown up being taught by her father about politics and winning people's hearts.
Her uncle Lu Feng, was a proud man that anyone could respect. However when someone seems to disrespect him even a little, he shames them or makes their life a living hell.
Does Mr. Yan hate Uncle?
With only one word and short responses, who can keep a conversation going? Its like talking to a brick wall!
Lu Feng was also thinking along this thought.
How dare you! You dare embarrass me in front of my niece? You're purposefully doing this!
No matter how clever one can be, they can't get everything right.
Yan Ming simply didn't know how to have conversation with others. He just couldn't communicate!
If he sees something he likes, he'll say he likes it. If he doesn't like something, then he'll say he dislikes it! Simple as that! He was just being honest.
This guy is really a chatterbox.
Yan Ming thought to himself.
Are all cultivators like this? Can't I just drink water? Why does it need to be tea or wine? Is it your business?
One thing that Lu Feng and Lu Liuyan was correct about though was Yan Ming, didn't like Lu Feng. He just kept dragging things on and on and on and on. Just get to the point!