Even if he had not said so, the other party might not have dared to lie, but with that promise just now, he would certainly answer his questions with even greater care and effort.
As soon as Lin Xuan said this, the other man was indeed overjoyed, and the expression on his face became respectful to the extreme. "Please ask, Senior."
"Is your esteemed family a clan of Cultivators native to this Lost Realm, or were you, by some chance opportunity, transported here from another realm?"
"Why would Senior ask such a question? This junior's ancestor was a cultivator born and raised in the Lost Realm. However, after his cultivation reached Dongxuan back then, he was limited by his aptitude and found it difficult to advance even a single inch further. Disheartened, he took a wife and had children, and generation after generation spread out their branches and leaves, only then reaching our present scale."
The middle-aged Confucian Scholar spoke with a face full of astonishment. He had thought Lin Xuan was going to ask something else—why would he be interested in the origins of his family?
Could this old monster actually be an old acquaintance of their ancestor?
He could not help letting his thoughts run wild.
"Oh?" Lin Xuan's face showed no surprise. "Then does your esteemed family accept outside cultivators as disciples, even those with no blood relation whatsoever?"
"Such cases are not many, but if we truly encounter a promising seedling with outstanding aptitude, naturally there is no reason to let them slip by. We would also think of ways to take them in as disciples," the middle-aged Confucian Scholar said honestly.
Lin Xuan likewise felt no surprise at all. Although cultivation families generally used blood ties as the bond that held them together, for the