Good thing she is an Immortal; otherwise, having or not having parents makes very little difference.
"I see."
Ye Lin nods, his expression without the slightest ripple. Taiyuan's Fate Rank is simply too terrifying, allowing him to thrive wonderfully even after walking out of the Xuanhuang Great World.
As for life and death, there is even less need to worry.
That terrifying Fate Rank merely highlights that his future is not simple, so life and death are not matters for him to fret over.
What worries him the most right now is his youngest disciple, Ye Buqu.
This fellow is the one who causes him the most concern—his aptitude is wretched to a terrible degree, and his Fate Rank is even more pitiful.
He has no idea how his little apprentice is doing right now, whether he is alive or dead.
Master-disciple bonds are ultimately just a chapter of the past within one's heart; acknowledge it, and they are master and disciple, do not acknowledge it, and they are strangers.
Regarding the concept of emotion, Ye Lin does not hold it in very high regard.
Familial affection, friendship, romantic love.
To him, having or not having them is all the same.
Nor can Ye Lin be entirely blamed for such coldness, for his origins inherently dictate the kind of person he is.
Having experienced true weakness, he only wants to grow stronger, striving to grow stronger, striving to climb upward.
He works so hard solely to avoid being bound by any rules, to avoid being oppressed by anyone, acting as he pleases and wandering at ease.
Though he says this, what the actual situation is and what he truly thinks are things only Ye Lin himself knows.
The group just walks aimlessly through the sky like this, yet through Taiqing's