"Main... branch?" Yi Wentian froze for a moment, then gave a wry smile, slowly rose to his feet, and cupped his hands.
"Greetings, Celestial Immortal. My family is only the third branch. May I ask where you come from, Celestial Immortal?"
"Third branch... what a mess," Han Li muttered, then said aloud, "Buduo, this is your business!"
The next moment, another young man appeared and spoke indifferently. "Yi He, is there a cenotaph?"
"Yi He?" The old woman and the one-eyed man looked at each other when they heard this, their three eyes filled with bewilderment.
"You mean... the Origin Ancestor?" A strange light flashed through Yi Wentian's eyes. "May I ask who this Celestial Immortal is..."
"I didn't even know he had a bloodline left behind," Qu Jianlei said, rubbing his forehead. "What's going on here? Why is everything so scattered?"
"Celestial Immortal, save us!" The one-eyed man was the sharpest-witted; he dropped straight to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly.
In the Cultivation World, kowtowing was already the highest form of courtesy. As for things like prostrating oneself fully on the ground, those were heretical rites of Incense Divinity and did not count.
But a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator kowtowing to a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator truly was not shameful at all, much less when this was a True Immortal who had ties to their Origin Ancestor.
With a thought, Qu Jianlei already knew the inside story, and he could not help finding it both laughable and exasperating. "A mere few Golden Cores..."
"Celestial Immortal, you must be careful," Yi Wentian said, cupping his hands and speaking with his aged waist bent. He was a Golden Core, so kowtowing would be a bit much.
"Behind the Wang Family, there are also True Immortal in-laws."
"Tsk..." Qu Jianlei sighed, flipped