The young man who had been slapped to the ground had clearly never expected to end up like this. He stared in disbelief at this somewhat unfamiliar elder brother, then at Ye Tian, the outsider watching the show with amusement written all over his face.
A venomous resentment began to well up in his heart.
"That slap was to teach you a lesson. If you make such a brainless mistake again in the future, I'll teach you an even harsher one. Understand?"
Mo Yuan's face was dark as he faced this favored yet disappointing younger brother. He truly found him both pitiful and infuriating.
Then he simply stopped bothering with him and led Ye Tian toward the inner residence.
From the moment he stepped into this manor, Ye Tian had not sensed the aura of any other cultivators. It was like an ordinary yet lavish mortal residence.
"Though this manor looks ordinary, its construction is anything but. The entire residence is shrouded in an array that cuts off the auras within. If you sense it carefully, you'll find that this manor seems just like a mortal dwelling."
Mo Yuan seemed to have seen through Ye Tian's thoughts and explained.
The latter nodded to show that he understood.
Then the two went to pay their respects to the old madam, Mo Yuan's mother. She was an elderly woman who looked bent with age. Although Ye Tian had long prepared himself, he was still rather surprised.
After all, most women in the world loved beauty. For a great clan like the Mo Family, obtaining pills that preserved one's appearance should have been as easy as turning a hand. Few cultivators chose to let their faces slowly age like those of mortals.
"My parents cultivated the Dao of Nature back then. But after