"Tianming, no need for such formality. Since you are a talent nurtured by our Divine Tomb Cult, you are like my child. Though this is our first meeting, I feel a rare sense of familiarity with you. It is clear that you were born for our Divine Tomb Cult." Tian Baisu's voice was bright and sincere, carrying a strangely moving warmth.
"Yes, sir!" Li Tianming nodded obediently.
Tian Baisu glanced at Uncle Cockscomb, then sighed to Li Tianming. "To be honest, you endured countless hardships to rise to the main cult, yet we could not even hold onto the main cult's territory. Now we have fallen to the state of merely clinging to life, leaving you dependent on others and subject to their humiliation. This is our fault! On behalf of the main cult, I apologize to you!"
"Please, don't!" Li Tianming hurriedly replied. "As a member of the Divine Tomb Seat, those lawless Primordial Chaos Clan have destroyed our land, slaughtered our people, and bewitched the hearts of the masses! Like all the seniors here, I am heartbroken beyond measure. I wish to repay the cult, yet I am powerless. For now, I can only blend into the Hunyuan Manor, steal their resources and inheritances, and strengthen myself as much as possible..."
"The loss of our homeland is naturally not the fault of a child, but the fault of people like us!" Tian Baisu sighed deeply. Then he looked at Li Tianming again and said solemnly, "But rest assured. Although the Primordial Chaos Clan relied on a surprise assault and caught us unprepared, destroying the main cult, most of our true elites remain intact. Now we are enduring humiliation and sleeping on brushwood within the Super Cosmic Line Source, waiting only for the moment of counterattack. When that time