Inside a house by the river.
The middle-aged man was eating his meal, bite by bite.
He wasn't in a hurry to talk about the Heavenly Extreme Emperor.
Xu Bai didn't mind either and also began to eat.
He ate quickly, as if he hadn't had such delicious food in a very long time.
"You really do give face," the middle-aged man said with a smile, "acting as if you haven't eaten for hundreds of years."
"Not hundreds of years, but a few decades perhaps," Xu Bai said with a smile.
"After ascending, do you stop eating?" The middle-aged man said somewhat wistfully:
"Whether human or demon, or other races, after cultivation, especially after ascending, they gradually forget what they once were.
"Humans are no longer human, demons are no longer demons.
"They start using nobler names to refer to themselves.
"If they don't have one, they create a name.
"The Immortal Clan stands above the many other races, naturally noble.