"Uncle-Master Lin, since it doesn't matter which immortal or heavenly court we're talking about now, is our sect ranked first or second in the entire Divine Land?" I asked with a broad grin. Seeing how unbearably proud Uncle-Master Lin looked, our sect couldn't possibly be too shabby, right?
But Uncle-Master Lin's face darkened at once, as if I had the worst possible sense of topic selection. He cursed, "Get lost, you little bastard! I knew that with your poor aptitude, you had to be an idiot. Sure enough, didn't I call it? First or second? The Divine Land is vast—how would our sect dare call itself first or second?"
I put on an awkward expression. Clearly, I had entered some minor sect. But since people of our level weren't valued, that was actually a good thing. At the very least, no one would pay attention to the fact that we had come up from one of the Five Great Worlds. Everyone was focused on cultivation now—who would care what was happening in the worlds below?
"By the way, what's the deal with that war-torn, forsaken place you came from?" Uncle-Master Lin suddenly asked while I was hesitating.
I smiled bitterly. "Our place? Sigh, the only word for it is chaotic. According to what my ancestors told me, a huge continent split away from the Divine Land Continent back then and was cast adrift in space. Our ancestors relied on grand formations and ore veins to continue our bloodline, and things were fairly peaceful for a time. Later, after we split into several minor factions, we began fighting over the remaining ore veins. Over the past two thousand years, we've fought quite a few times. In the end, our minor factions negotiated, and our elites wanted to return to the Ancient