"Eh?! Senior Brother, what brings you here?" Tuya'an was delighted to learn that his senior brother had come to visit, and came out of the magic tower to greet him.
As a Legendary mage, personally coming out to welcome him could be said to have given the old mage plenty of face. Even Easter, who had accompanied the old mage here, was somewhat surprised, wondering if he had underestimated the old man.
In this world, Legendary and below-Legendary were two utterly different levels. Some extreme powerhouses even believed that those below Legendary were not qualified to be considered "human" at all, merely muddling through life. Even the relatively open-minded powerhouses generally did not regard those who had yet to step into the Legendary realm as equals; at most, they cast them friendly glances from on high.
This was not merely because of the disparity in strength, but more importantly because of the gap between their levels of life. Legendary powerhouses had long lifespans and all manner of wondrous abilities. They had already taken the crucial first step beyond the mortal and into the sacred, with the possibility of attaining immortality in the future, even the hope of ascending to godhood.
They were like enormous boulders, stubbornly resisting the scouring of the river of time, looking down upon the storms of the mortal world and the rise and fall of dynasties.
By comparison, mortals who, no matter how hard they tried, could at most live a little over a hundred years simply could not compare to them. It was difficult for the two sides even to have a common language. They might eat and drink together, chatting about crude subjects. But once they truly began discussing serious and profound matters, mortals below Legendary often could not keep up after only a