The Spirit Realm stands high above, and to them, whether it's the major powers of the Emperor Origin Realm or strong individuals, they are nothing but lowly ants, and naturally, they would not be treated politely.
In contrast, the treatment Li An received was the best.
In the empty grand hall, Zhan Qingxuan and Li An sat facing each other. She bestowed upon Li An a cup of Spirit Tea, saying, "This Spirit Tea should make you feel a bit more comfortable."
Li An's face was extremely pale, lips cracked, and his long hair was disheveled and greasy. Even his skin appeared shriveled, not resembling a Golden Core practitioner but rather an ordinary old man in his sixties.
He appeared as if he were gravely ill.
"Thank you, senior—"
Li An spoke, then lifted the Spirit Tea. As it entered his mouth, it released a gentle yet powerful spiritual essence, surprising Li An immensely. This Spirit Tea was indeed not of a low grade; it was Fifth Grade!
