After everyone arrived at Nameless Mountain, its disciples had gathered together, looking up at the Azure Dragon Flying Boat overhead.
Apparently, news of the Mysterious Yin Sect's destruction had already reached Nameless Mountain.
Everyone wanted to see just how impressive the person who had destroyed the Mysterious Yin Sect really was.
That was how it had always been throughout history.
Whenever a great battle was won, all eyes fell on the main figure, someone like the commanding general. By contrast, hardly anyone spared a thought for the soldiers who had died on the battlefield.
It was as though the victory of the entire battle had been the general's accomplishment alone.
"They're here! They're here!"
Just then, someone cried out excitedly.
The Flying Boat slowly descended. Ye Lin stepped off with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the crowd.
"Senior Brother Ye Lin is so handsome! Senior Brother Ye Lin, I'm your biggest fan!"
"Gasp, so this is Ye Lin? I looked into him once. He's an absolute monster—his progress is far too fast."
Everyone gazed at Ye Lin, exclaiming in awe.
Ye Lin had advanced far too quickly along the way—so quickly that it left people in despair.
"Everyone, go get some rest."
With that, Ye Lin headed off alone. The disciples behind him nodded, then quickly dispersed.
"I still haven't comprehended the Stone Stele I got at Dragon Tiger Mountain, and I haven't fully grasped the mental martial technique Li Miaoyin gave me either."
As he walked, Ye Lin murmured to himself.
For the past twenty years, he had focused solely on consolidating his cultivation. As a result, he still hadn't comprehended the Stone Stele he had obtained at Dragon Tiger Mountain, nor had he mastered the mental martial technique Li Miaoyin had given him.