The More He Tried to Explain, the Worse It Got

"Really?"

"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, someone like us wouldn't even rank there in my hometown!"

"Especially where I'm from. I'm telling you, if you tossed down a brick at random, you'd at least hit a Golden Immortal!"

"As for why there's nobody below the Golden Immortal level? Come on, 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 conceited! If you don't believe me, ask Leng and see if that's how things are. Am I lying to you?"

Hearing Ximen Lang say this, Bel'Veth immediately shot Leng an inquiring look.

Leng, standing nearby, saw that Ximen Lang had started boasting.

Although she had no idea what there was to boast about, Ximen Lang insisted.

And Bel'Veth had already asked her.

Left with no choice, Leng could only honestly back him up.

"That is indeed how things are. After all, in novels, romantic plots—especially the plots involving blood ties and family affection—are extremely difficult to handle."

"Authors who can't handle them, or who simply want to save themselves the trouble, usually set the protagonist's background as an orphanage."

"Then, with Wuxia in decline and Xianxia and Xuanhuan on the rise, they give the protagonist overwhelming combat power first, regardless of how well the book performs."

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

"And that is why A Lang said powerful people abound where he comes from."

After listening to Leng's explanation, Bel'Veth scanned across dimensions once more, looking at Earth, far away in the Known Universe.