356 The Most Mysterious Daofather

The white-robed youth laughed as he spoke. "Young friend Ji Ning, you are a bit too nervous. You don't even know who I am, but you are asking me what I'm doing here. Aren't you being a bit too impatient?"

Ning muttered to himself. Nervous? A Pure Yang True Immortal had just sat down in front of him. How could he not be nervous? After this Conclave, Ning had come to understand quite well that unless a True Immortal or an Empyrean God had taken a fancy to you, they wouldn't pay you any heed, even if you were a so-called genius. After all, there were far too many 'geniuses', but how many would be able to overcome the Celestial Tribulation to become a Celestial Immortal? Much less become a Pure Yang True Immortal.

"Dare I ask who you are, senior?" Ning asked.