Wen Haishan had gone to the Mortal World to seek out his relatives. He knew about it.
When Wen Haishan first raised the matter, the entirety of Dao Peak Mountain had opposed it.
Dao Peak Mountain was one of the three great sacred lands of the Outer Realm's immortal path. It had existed for ten thousand years, its foundations vast and mighty as the sea—a remarkably rare ten-thousand-year-old sect.
Its gates stood amid clouds and mist, nearly touching the heavens. Nurtured year-round by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, everyone within seemed like immortals. In the eyes of mortals, they were no different from the gods of legend.
As one of the sect's upper echelons, Wen Haishan actually wanted to acknowledge some bastard from the mortal realm as kin. Xuan Yuan Haoran, Xuan Yuan Wei, and Xuan Yuan Yunrou were extremely displeased, feeling that he had lost his mind and was lowering the status of all Dao Peak Mountain.
At the side, a voluptuous woman in a purple palace gown, with a fiery crimson-cloud hairpin in her hair, also looked at Wen Haishan with an indifferent expression. Her face was filled with displeasure.
She was Wen Haishan's lawful wife, Xuan Yuan Yunrou. She was the same age as Wen Haishan, yet her skin was like immortal jade and her bones like precious jade, white as winter snow. Her beauty was beyond compare, and time seemed not to have left a trace upon her face.
Even at her age, she still possessed stunning beauty and appeared several years younger than Wen Wanrong.
However, her eyes were somewhat gloomy, like a venomous snake watching its prey. There was a cold heartlessness in them that slightly marred her beauty.
Today, Wen Haishan had deliberately changed into a white scholar's robe patterned with