The Moon Worship Mountain Estate, built against the mountain, with blue bricks and black tiles, eaves soaring like wings, hidden amidst swirling clouds, exuding a touch of antiquity.
On either side of the estate's gate, two guards in blue robes, with long swords at their waists, stood tall and sharp-eyed, warily scrutinizing the approaching visitor.
Li Yan raised his hand and gently tapped the copper ring on the estate's gate.
"Dong—Dong—"
The copper ring rang softly, and the guards glanced over upon hearing, inquiring with an air of detachment: "Who might you be?"
Li Yan lifted his gaze, his voice steady, transmitting clearly into the guards' ears: "I am Li Yan, an old acquaintance of the Min family, here specifically to pay my respects."
As he spoke, a faint cultivator's aura quietly seeped out, not flamboyant yet carrying an undeniable pressure.
The expressions of the two guards stiffened, and their faces showed greater respect, not daring the slightest neglect.
