"Are you Murong Yuan?"
At the foot of Langya Mountain, where azure flowers blanketed the slopes and a faint fragrance drifted through the air, a man curiously sized up Luo Chen.
Luo Chen looked at the excessively youthful man before him, first nodding before he could not help asking, "Are you an elder of Shopkeeper Wang's family?"
Normally, he would not ask someone so bluntly.
It was simply because this man, though at the Foundation Establishment Stage, looked far too young. By Luo Chen's Divine Sense, he was at most around thirty. With his well-maintained skin, he looked like a youth of seventeen or eighteen.
Under normal circumstances, seniority based on cultivation realm only applied between cultivators without blood ties.
Could the Wang Family be like this internally too?
The young man smiled. "I am indeed his elder. Although I am younger than him by a full sixty years, according to the family genealogy, I am two generations above him. He has to call me Uncle Grandfather."
All right!
The doubts in Luo Chen's heart were answered.
Or rather, relationships of seniority in the Cultivation World had always been a tangled mess that could not be sorted out.
For example, two brothers might cultivate together. One might cultivate purely until the Golden Core Stage, never touching women, while the other might lack talent, marry and have children in his twenties or thirties, then continue his bloodline.
Three or four hundred years later, the latter might not even know how many generations he had produced.
At that point, if the former Golden Core Cultivator suddenly married and had children, producing a toddler one or two years old, then all the latter's descendants across more than ten generations would have to be that toddler's juniors!
As for how they addressed each other...