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Chapter 439 Welcoming the Immortal at the Wei Mansion

The inner hall of the Wei residence.

Wei Yiran had just stepped across the threshold and hadn't even had a chance to see the scene inside the hall when she heard a deep shout.

"Nonsense!"

The voice was old yet full of energy, carrying a hint of barely suppressed anger.

Wei Yiran raised her head.

In the main seat of the hall, an elderly man dressed in a dark black robe stood up. His hair and beard were all white, his face was thin, but his eyes were bright and piercing. At this moment, there was no longing or joy in those eyes as she had imagined, only a kind of urgency and anxiety that she had never seen before.

grandfather.

Wei Shanyue.

The "Wei General" was a veteran of three reigns of the Great Qian Dynasty, the commander of the Western Army, who guarded the northern frontier for thirty years and killed so many northern barbarians that they dared not look south.

He was striding toward her, his pace so fast that he didn't seem like a man nearing seventy at all.

"Grandfather." Wei Yiran had just opened her mouth when Wei Shanyue grabbed her wrist.

"Where are those immortals?" Wei Shanyue asked anxiously. "Are you just leaving them outside?"

Wei Yiran was stunned.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but found that there was no way to explain it at all.

Yes, she left those "immortals" out in the cold.

But that's not because...

"What are you all standing there for?" Wei Shanyue released her wrist, turned and shouted towards the door, "Someone! Change your clothes! Open the main door!"

As he spoke, he walked out, but after taking two steps, he turned back and looked at Wei Yiran. The urgency in his eyes had faded, replaced by a complex mix of emotions.

"Girl," his voice suddenly lowered, "tell your grandfather the truth, did that Master Chen offend you?"

Wei Yiran shook her head.

Wei Shanyue stared at her for a moment, seemingly trying to discern something from her face. But Wei Yiran's face had always looked the same since she was a child, never showing her emotions, much like her deceased grandmother.

"Never mind." Wei Shanyue sighed. "Go and get ready, then come with me to greet them."

After he finished speaking, he strode out.

Wei Yiran stood there, gazing at that old yet still upright figure, and a strange emotion suddenly welled up in her heart.

When her grandfather grabbed her wrist just now, she felt his hand trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of anger.

It's because... I'm afraid.

The General Wei, who struck fear into the hearts of the northern barbarians, the veteran of three reigns who dared to slam his fist on the table with the Grand Secretary in the imperial court, was now afraid.

She was afraid she would offend those "immortals".

I fear that Master Chen might get angry...

Wei Yiran lowered her eyelashes, and then, as always, obediently went to get ready.

………………

The main gate of the Wei residence was wide open.

Wei Shanyue was dressed in a dark black robe, with a jade belt around his waist and a Liang crown on his head. This was the court dress that only officials of the third rank or above in the Great Qian Dynasty could wear, and he usually only wore it on important occasions. At this moment, he was dressed neatly and strode out of the mansion gate, followed by the entire Wei family.

Wei Yiran followed half a step behind him, her gaze passing over her grandfather's shoulder and looking towards the door.

The three cars were still parked in the same spot.

The people were still standing beside the car.

The young man in the dark cloth clothes was still standing by the first car, looking in her direction. His face remained expressionless, but for some reason, Wei Yiran sensed that he was burdened with a heavy heart…

Wei Shanyue stood in front of the mansion gate.

He didn't step forward immediately, but first straightened his clothes before walking down the stone steps. He walked slowly, each step steady and firm, his back ramrod straight, like a javelin.

Wei Shanyue stopped when he was about three zhang away from Chen Anran.

He bowed deeply, cupped his hands, and bowed completely.

"The Great Qian Dynasty's Wei Mountains respectfully welcome True Man Chen."

His voice, though aged, was loud and clear, echoing through the quiet alley.

Behind him, the entire Wei family, young and old, knelt down in unison, forming a dense, dark mass.

Chen Anran did not move.

He simply looked at the old man bowing respectfully before him, at his impeccably dressed court robes, at the kneeling Wei family members behind him, and at the girl standing at the back of the crowd, her head bowed.

The alley was extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the wind rustling through the treetops, the faint clamor of the distant streets, and the suppressed breathing of a young member of the Wei family kneeling behind.

Wei Shanyue remained bowing and unmoving.

He didn't know how Master Chen would react.

Wei Shanyue has lived for nearly seventy years and has seen far too much.

I have witnessed the power struggles in the imperial court, the life-and-death battles on the battlefield, and how those lofty immortal masters looked down upon mortals.

Therefore, he knew the immortal's temperament.

Unpredictable and ruthless.

If he's unhappy, not only his old bones, but the entire Wei family mansion could be wiped out in an instant.

Therefore, he had to adopt the lowest possible stance.

Even if he was a veteran of three dynasties, even if he was the commander of the Western Army.

In the face of immortals, none of these things matter.

Get up.

A voice suddenly rang out, as calm as if saying that the weather was nice today.

Wei Shanyue was slightly taken aback and raised his head.

The young man was looking at him.

The gaze was calm, without any condescending look, just... looking.

Like looking at an ordinary person.

Wei Shanyue paused for a moment, then straightened up.

He's lived most of his life and seen far too many different kinds of gazes.

Awe, fear, fawning, probing. But he had never seen such a gaze before.

They didn't treat him like an "ant" or a "common person."

I just treated him as a person.

An ordinary person.

Wei Shanyue composed himself, took a deep breath, and bowed to Chen Anran again.

"Master Chen has come from afar, and I, Wei, have failed to greet you properly; this is truly my fault. A small feast has been prepared in my residence. Please, Master Chen and all the immortal masters, move inside so that I may fulfill my duty as host."

He spoke with utmost respect and humility.

Chen Anran looked at him and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Wei Shanyue quickly stepped aside to lead the way: "Please, True Man Chen, and all the Immortal Masters."

………………

The main hall of the Wei residence.

Chen Anran took her seat in the main seat.

It wasn't that he insisted on taking this position; it was Wei Shanyue who insisted on giving it up.

"If Master Chen does not sit in the main seat, I, Wei, will truly feel guilty," Wei Shanyue said earnestly. "You have come from afar and are an honored guest of the Wei family. How can we allow such an honored guest to sit in a side seat?"

Chen Anran glanced at him and did not refuse again.

Qi Lan sat down beside him, a faint smile playing on her lips. She watched Wei Shanyue bustling about, watched the Wei family servants nervously serving tea and water, and watched the younger generation of the Wei family huddled in a corner, not daring to even breathe.

Master Tianbao, Feng Wenzheng, Huiming, Jiang Yan, and others took their seats in turn.

Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie sat side by side. Feng Lie couldn't help but look around, but his brother glared at him, and he finally calmed down.

Lin Xiaoman did not enter the main hall. She stood under the eaves, staring blankly at the old tree in the courtyard.

Xiao Ling'er was pulled by Wei Yiran and sat in the corner. She sat next to Wei Yiran, her little face quiet and still, only occasionally looking up at Wei Yiran and then at Chen Anran in the main seat.

Wei Shanyue took his seat in the guest seat below the host's seat. That seat was originally reserved for the most distinguished guest, but since the most distinguished guest was in the host's seat, he sat there instead.

He picked up his teacup and offered it to Chen Anran.

"Master Chen, I, Wei, offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."

Chen Anran picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Wei Shanyue also drank.

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