Li Tianhao was on the verge of tears, perplexed by how he had managed to encounter a complete and utter scoundrel. After all, he was a true Immortal.
Wasn't an Immortal supposed to traverse the Nine Heavens with an awe-inspiring righteousness, a paragon of virtue?
Ye Ling seemed to perceive Li Tianhao's confusion and scoffed, "Don't imagine the Immortal Realm to be too wonderful. It's just like this society, filled with all sorts of people."
"When the forest is big, there are bound to be all kinds of birds. A hundred kinds of rice raise a hundred kinds of people. Your ancestor must have realized this deeply."
Li Tianhao was startled and then overjoyed, "Cousin-in-law, have you met my ancestor?"
