"Liar!"
"If you have no sect or school, are you self-taught?"
The old man in the white robe became particularly angry at this time.
He glared at Ye Tian, his eyes filled with infinite killing intent.
This made Ye Tian feel a slight threat.
"Indeed, I don't have any."
Ye Tian still insisted firmly.
"Perhaps you could tell him that you have a slight mastery in elixir making, and that your cultivation and such were learned by stealing from others."
In his Divine Sense, the old monster spoke again.
What the hell?
Although Ye Tian didn't quite understand, he still followed the old monster's words.
"Is that so? Well, you're quite talented then."
The old man in the white robe stared at Ye Tian for a moment, becoming increasingly interested.
"Today, I must thank the senior for saving me. Without the senior, I feared I would be in danger."
Ye Tian was too lazy to continue speaking with the other party, but instead, expressed a bit of gratitude.
