"Fellow Daoist Sansheng, are you a wandering cultivator?" Seeing that Ye Qingnian still had not picked up the lotus seed, Tan Fengyang instead revealed a trace of delight.
"I had a master's inheritance, but my sect's line has been severed," Ye Qingnian answered indifferently.
Ye Qingnian had naturally prepared these words long ago.
If he said outright that he was a wandering cultivator, it would be hard to convince anyone, but if he said it was an extinct inheritance, that was different.
After all, the Spirit Realm's territory was far too vast, and its powers were numerous as well—especially the minor powers. To put it in an exaggerated way, powers vanished and appeared every single day.
At the same time, some wandering cultivators who obtained the inheritance of certain sects would also regard themselves as successors of that inheritance.
"Then Tan was somewhat presumptuous!" When Tan Fengyang heard this, the delight in his eyes grew even stronger.
He then asked, "I wonder, Fellow Daoist Sansheng, do you have any other plans?"
"What plans could there be? We cultivators have only the pursuit of higher cultivation. If one day I feel my cultivation can no longer advance, joining those great sects and doing some work guarding their gates and courtyards in exchange for a chance to improve is all quite common." Ye Qingnian sighed with feeling, as if he truly had wasted too many years.
At this moment, the expression on his face was indeed the outpouring of true feelings.
The Ye Family had absolutely not had it easy over these years.
When they had been in the Eastern Region, they had needed to hide toward the Desert Sea and Central Region. Once they reached Spirit Transformation and could smuggle themselves up in ascension, they were again forced by the powers