Ye Wentian's brows furrowed even tighter.
The person's cultivation and divine techniques were clearly not something an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator could compare to, and it seemed unnecessary for him to lie.
But how could a Nascent Soul cultivator's lifespan allow him to survive for so long?
Still, Ye Wentian wisely did not inquire further.
"Thank you, Senior."
Ye Wentian cupped his hands toward the Nine Nether Elder.
Although he was confident that he was not comparable to ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul peak cultivators, this person was extremely mysterious, and his cultivation was quite extraordinary, so it was better to be cautious.
He then shifted his gaze from the Yin Spirit Corpse to look at Xu Ping.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist."
Ye Wentian smiled slightly, his tone revealing kindness.
"Senior Ye is too kind. I am just Yan Ruchen of the Golden Core stage; how can I be called Fellow Daoist with a senior?"
