East of the city, in the reception hall of the Yang Mansion.
The red sandalwood tables and chairs exuded a subtle fragrance, and the walls were adorned with landscape paintings and calligraphy. Every detail radiated an overwhelming air of affluence.
The Patriarch of the Yang Family, Yang Chongren, sat in the host's seat. Dressed in a scholarly green robe, he rolled two white jade baoding balls in his hand, a warm and pleasant smile on his face.
Behind him, the two sisters, Yang Zhen and Yang Ai, stood gracefully, though their expressions differed.
"Nephew Su, you are indeed a fine, talented man." Yang Chongren looked Su Yu up and down, smiling. "To break through to the Martial Artist realm at such a young age... with such talent, you are certain to have a bright future. It is my daughters' good fortune to have made your acquaintance."
