In the grandeur of the opulent hall, a middle-aged man was seated above, with black hair and beard, three long strands of whiskers, his eyebrows reaching the temples. He appeared handsome, but the aquiline nose and overly cold eyes disrupted the scholarly aura about him. This was Li Bingling, the Family Head of the Colorful Phoenix Clan. Upon seeing his son Li Yao, he furrowed his brow,
"Why are you here?"
Li Yao snorted, lifting his robe to sit on the high chair below,
"Father, has there been any unusual activity in the mountain recently?"
Hearing this, Li Bingling raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly,
"Not cultivating well, and you, who only know how to revel in the pleasures of Dongqi City, now you think to ask about the mountain's matters?"
Saying this, he scrutinized Li Yao up and down, a face full of sarcasm,
"Have you been possessed or something?"
Li Yao also snorted coldly, his expression mirroring Li Bingling's exactly,
