Inside the Yang family's mansion.

In the main hall, a middle-aged cultivator with a green robe, high cheekbones, thin lips, and a harsh expression had been waiting for a while. His unfriendly gaze made the surrounding maidservants and attendants nervous, not daring to breathe heavily.

When Qing Muling entered under the crowd's escort, the middle-aged cultivator only looked at him with curiosity, not coming forward to greet him or say anything. His expression became even more unpleasant.

In the past, as long as he was within the influence of the Soul-Cutting Valley, he was treated like a living ancestor by the subordinate forces. When had he ever been so neglected?