Ruthless's Brother truly felt that these figures before him, great beings who had reached a realm beyond belief or imagination, were remarkably approachable.
He could tell they were not acting this way merely because his sister was present, putting on a show for her sake.
They really were rather kind, neither especially arrogant nor inclined to look down on everyone.
Ruthless's Brother still remembered the strongest cultivator he had encountered before his death: a Quasi-Emperor of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.
When he, a Sacred Body, and others with special physiques such as the Heavenly Demon Physique had been sent to Kunlun to be sacrificed to the Immortal Cauldron, it had been at that Quasi-Emperor's command.
Sacrificing the origins of their many physiques to the Immortal Cauldron was a crucial step in the Feathered Divine Dynasty's plan for Immortal Ascension. It was only natural for a Quasi-Emperor to oversee it.
After the sacrifice, other steps still had to be carried out under the direction of a Peerless Powerhouse.
Yet back then, they had not even seen that Quasi-Emperor's face. They had only felt a deep, crushing pressure and heard a vast, resounding heavenly voice.
Then all they could do was kneel and prostrate themselves.
How could they ever have imagined receiving treatment like this, chatting and laughing with Great Powers who stood who knew how far above a Quasi-Emperor?
It felt like a dream. Truly, a dream.
Of course, although Ruthless's Brother could tell that Meng Chuan and the others were not putting on an act, he also understood that it was his special identity that made them treat him differently.
He was not so naive as to think Meng Chuan and the others were this amiable with everyone.
Still, his impression of them only grew better.
After they had chatted