Chen Lin raised his eyebrows when he saw who had spoken.
He remembered this man.
He was from the Ye Lineage of Luoxian City, but he was not Ye Qinghan. He was Ye Qinghan's uncle.
His name was Ye Tianming, and he had appeared outside the Sword Pavilion that day.
He was also a Three-Flower Swordsman.
But from what Chen Lin had learned afterward, this man was nowhere near as strong as Ye Qinghan.
He fell even further short of Chu Funiu.
The gap in strength between Three-Flower Swordsmen was enormous. Some rivaled Grandmasters, while others were only a little stronger than Double-Flower Swordsmen.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, have you come for revenge?"
Chen Lin asked outright.
His tone was utterly calm.
Fighting was forbidden aboard this cruise ship, but even if it were allowed, this man would be no match for him. It was no exaggeration to say that even if every Sword Cultivator in the Ye Lineage appeared together, he would have nothing to fear.
"You're overthinking it, Fellow Daoist Chen."
Ye Tianming was slightly plump, with a drooping mustache. His smile gave him an affable, almost endearingly simple look.
He had none of a Sword Cultivator's sharp, imposing air.
He stroked his mustache twice and said seriously, "I'd like to make a deal with you, Fellow Daoist Chen, but this isn't a convenient place to discuss it. Could we talk in my room?"
Chen Lin looked at him in surprise.
Seeing this, Ye Tianming smiled. "If you're uneasy, Fellow Daoist Chen, we can go to your room instead."
"That won't be necessary."
Chen Lin refused flatly.
"Whatever you have to say, say it here. If you're afraid of being overheard, you can use Soul Transmission."
Although he did not fear the man, he could not dispense with all