That night, Li Mu and his father and brother stayed in the Hidden Sect's village for dinner. Aside from Li Mu, whose bruised and swollen face had left him with little appetite, everyone else drank to their hearts' content.
For descendants from the outside world to come and acknowledge their ancestors was something that rarely happened in this isolated independent plane. Any one of these Li Lineage members hidden in the shadows could have made a name for himself in the Immortal Realm, yet for thousands of years, they had upheld the Ancestral Teachings and protected the Li clan's legacy from the darkness.
So although he had been beaten black and blue according to the customary welcome for newcomers, Li Mu still deeply respected these elders, who appeared modest and unassuming. It was precisely because they had forsaken a life of wealth and glory in the outside world, hidden themselves in the shadows, and checked other forces that the Li family outside could live in peace and stability.
They were like the revolutionary martyrs of his homeland in his previous world, sacrificing their small households for the greater whole. Li Mu might have been an ambitionless loser in the past, but deep down, he was still a hot-blooded young man.
Films like "The Founding of a Republic" and "The Eight Hundred" had always been his favorites. Whenever he saw those forebears bravely laying down their lives for their country, Li Mu's blood would boil and his heart would surge with emotion. At this moment, he could especially understand the dedication and sacrifice of these Hidden Sect elders.
"Great-Grandfather, let me toast you."
Overcome with emotion, Li Mu endured the pain in his face and rose to his feet. He performed a junior's salute toward the white-bearded elder, then drained the