Being someone's son, even if it was a super ancient turtle that had lived for countless years, was quite unpleasant for Ye Xiaowei. Although the cultivation world always upheld the strong as the supreme, and many people wouldn't hesitate to recognize a powerful figure as their godfather to easily advance further, Ye Xiaowei couldn't accept it. Not to mention his personality, his innate talent alone didn't require the assistance of others to improve.
Since the disappearance of the immortal aura, Li Daocheng's talent could be called the best throughout eternity. Now, retracing the path of cultivation like the immortal, what was difficult about that?
Standing on the back of the old turtle, feeling the sea breeze blowing on his face, Ye Xiaowei continued, "Speaking of high status, in addition to being your son, there is a better identity."