Amid the crowd's uproar, Water Lord Yin's figure slowly dissipated before their very eyes.
The Yin Water Tribe's personal guards did not move. Their leader stepped forward swiftly, holding a gift list in both hands as he presented it to Ye Xiu.
"Senior, these are gifts personally bestowed by the Heavenly Lord. We earnestly hope you will not refuse them. The Young Lord has already been escorted back for the Heavenly Lord's personal instruction. Should you have any needs, please speak freely. We will do everything in our power to satisfy them."
Seeing their utterly respectful manner, Ye Xiu could not help feeling a touch of absurdity.
The path of cultivation was meant to defy the heavens. For any great cultivator who had achieved something, their dignity was tied to their Dao Heart.
Setting everything else aside, from their brief exchange alone, Ye Xiu was certain that Water Lord Yin had already set foot upon the threshold of that path of transcendence.
The pressure the man gave off was faintly akin to that of the Heaven-Earth Furnace's spirit, leaving one with a profound sense of helplessness.
Ye Xiu was not surprised that someone like him might not feel much affection for his own descendants.
At the end of the day, descendants were merely an extension of one's own life. Mortals loved their children so deeply largely because their own fates had already been set, and they hoped to witness possibilities they had never known through their offspring.
But how could cultivators so easily resign themselves to fate?
What was more, Water Lord Yin's cultivation had reached the point where he was about to transcend. For someone standing at that final step, already clearly extraordinary compared to other cultivators, Ye Xiu would not have been surprised even if he were cold-blooded