At such a time, Fang Geyu's sharp tongue was as strong as ever.
Mu Yunye's expression remained composed and calm, but the joints resting on the golden carriage's frame were gripping tightly, turning slightly white.
Yet the self-assured strength conveyed in his words was even more genuine and intense than usual.
Leaning half his body against the front of the golden carriage, he sneered coldly: "The fact is, mortals in front of an Immortal are like those from humble backgrounds in the eyes of officials in power.
From humble backgrounds, it's difficult to produce distinguished offspring; those born noble, with extraordinary Talent, naturally flourish, but those born lowly, no matter how hard they try, are in vain.
There are some people whose path is destined from the moment they are born to extend only so far.
