They were like night and day.
Since entering the Holy Realm, he hadn't shown the slightest hint of being extraordinary. If he hadn't just unleashed that blush-inducing Divine Skill, no one would have even noticed him.
Without being told, who would believe this man was a descendant of a Saint, just like Ye Guhong? Even his own sect members were probably too embarrassed to mention it, right?
There's no harm without comparison.
Rumor had it that he'd been unambitious since youth. As a second-generation scion of a Saint, shouldering the glory of his Sect, he never thought about cultivation. His mind was only on women. He would chase any woman he laid eyes on. With his status, courting any woman should have been simple. But the moment he succeeded, he would lose all interest and refuse to even touch them.
The depth of his affection while in pursuit was matched only by the depth of his heartlessness once he'd won them over. He would immediately turn his attention to the next conquest.
