Li Yunjing smiled faintly: "It's just that my origins are somewhat different. It's better if Fellow Daoist Wang does not know."
"I was being abrupt."
Wang Tianba's heart shuddered, and he quickly forced a smile, yet he was extremely curious about Li Yunjing's origins.
The younger generation of the clan reported Li Yunjing's situation in detail. He had concerns and dared not act rashly.
Wang Tianba couldn't discern the depth of Li Yunjing's cultivation.
A mature and steady approach naturally was to treat him well and not turn hostile easily. Otherwise, if you hit a snake and it doesn't die, there'll be endless troubles.
He was the patriarch of the clan, not a loose cultivator, with a family large and small, totaling hundreds of thousands.
If they really offended a Nascent Soul Realm Master, then the trouble would be significant.
If a Nascent Soul Realm Master shamelessly launched surprise attacks everywhere and sparred with you for decades, everyone below might end up dead.
