Those who accomplish great things do not fuss over trifles.
Though Ye Tianbing ruled the Ye Family with an iron hand, having cultivated to the Supreme Realm, he possessed the mental fortitude and composure expected of him—no less than any other powerhouse.
It was only a few days of humiliation.
For now, he endured it.
Before long, the two arrived at a town.
Comparing the address against a list, the old woman came to a dilapidated house.
A seven- or eight-year-old girl, with a viciousness in her eyes that did not belong to a child, had been born with astonishing strength. She was gripping a whip and viciously lashing the slave before her.
"Trash! If I tell you to work, then work!"
"If a mule can pull a millstone, why can't you, a human, pull one?"
Smack—
Another lash came down.
Even Ye Tianbing drew a sharp breath at this inhuman sight.
Even he had never been this cruel.
Supreme Heaven truly produced talents in every generation.
Making an ordinary person pull a millstone—was that something a human being could come up with?
Standing at the door, the old woman slowly shook her head. "Not the Little Princess."
The two soon left without interfering in the lives of mortals.
Cultivators of Supreme Heaven generally rarely interfered with mortal lives.
This had almost become a shared understanding.
"Fellow Daoist, your combat prowess shakes the ages. Your past must have been exceedingly glorious, filled with extraordinary experiences beyond the reach of ordinary people."
The old woman stopped and listened to Ye Tianbing's flattery.
"What is this—trying to flatter this old woman, or trying to beat around the bush and pry for information?"
She did not mind such things, and naturally began speaking of part of her past. "Glorious would be overstating it.