Ye Lin's actions had already made his meaning clear: he didn't welcome them—not in the slightest.
If they still failed to take the hint, what awaited them would probably be those terrifying beams of sword light.
Only after seeing the prodigies from the various races who had come to watch leave one after another did Ye Lin nod in satisfaction and turn around.
Behind him, dozens of Human Race prodigies were staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
Every one of them wore the same look of disbelief.
Even the Ten Sequences of Nameless Mountain looked at Ye Lin, their expressions somewhat unnatural.
"What's with you all...?"
Ye Lin looked at his fellow cultivators and asked.
"Nothing, nothing. We were just marveling that our Human Race has another peerless prodigy."
"Exactly! Fellow Daoist, your strength has truly astonished me. I'm thoroughly impressed, thoroughly impressed."
The cultivators paused in surprise, then smiled and clasped their fists toward Ye Lin, lavishing him with praise.
After seeing Ye Lin make his entrance just now, they had immediately felt the urge to befriend him.
He was too abnormal—far too abnormal. He was abnormal to the extreme.
"Are you two feeling better now?"
Ye Lin looked at the Zhao brothers, Zhao Huaian and Zhao Huaiping, and asked.
"Much better. Thanks to this Elf Race fellow Daoist's Holy Water, I feel that most of the poison in my body has been cleared."
Zhao Huaian nodded to Ye Lin, then looked at Shangguan Xihe beside him with sincere gratitude.
The poison the Shadow Clan members had used on him had been vicious. His meridians had been shattered, inch by inch.
Meridians were the bridges through which spiritual power flowed. With his meridians severed, he couldn't even heal himself.
If not for Shangguan Xihe's Holy Water,