The More He Explained, the Worse It Sounded

"Dare to?"

"Of course! Have you forgotten where my hometown is?"

Mentioning his hometown clearly perked Ximen Lang up.

"Not to brag, but someone like you... No, I mean someone like us—back in my hometown, we wouldn't even rank!"

"Especially where I'm from. Let me tell you, if you tossed down a brick at random, it would at least hit a Golden Immortal!"

"As for why there aren't any below the Golden Immortal level? Are you kidding? Would anyone below that level even have the nerve to leave home and greet people?!"

"And don't say I'm getting carried away! If you don't believe me, ask Leng and see if that's how it is. Am I lying to you?"

Hearing this, Bel'Veth decisively gave Leng an inquiring look.

Leng, who was standing nearby, saw that Ximen Lang had started bragging.

Although she had no idea what there was to brag about, Ximen Lang was insisting on it.

And Bel'Veth had already asked her.

Helpless, Leng could only honestly play along.

"It really is like that. After all, when it comes to novels, romantic plots—especially family drama involving blood ties—are extremely difficult to handle."

"Authors who can't manage it, or who simply want to save themselves the trouble, tend to set the protagonist's background in an orphanage."

"And with Wuxia declining while Xianxia and Xuanhuan rise, regardless of the actual results, they first arrange an absurdly high power level for him."

"Becoming an immortal or founding an ancestral lineage is as easy as playing a game. In that case, wouldn't the place he came from naturally have Golden Immortals as the baseline?"

"And that is the reason behind what A Lang said about powerful experts being everywhere in his homeland."

After listening to Leng's explanation, Bel'Veth once again scanned across dimensions, looking