Seeing Taiyuan arrive, Ye Buqu finally breathed a sigh of relief. With Taiyuan here, he had nothing to fear.
After hearing Taiyuan's words, Ye Buqu waved his hand with a bitter smile. He was trash who had cultivated for ten years and was still only at the second level of Qi Refining—how could he possibly earn the recognition of such supreme treasures?
If anyone was going to try, it should be his senior brother.
"How would you know if you don't try? What are you afraid of? Go on. If you fail, let's see who dares laugh at you."
Taiyuan gave Ye Buqu a shove, pushing him out of the crowd. The people ahead immediately made way for him.
They had all heard the two men's conversation just now. Taiyuan had actually called Ye Buqu his junior brother—what did that mean? It meant that this man, who looked utterly ordinary, was actually Ye Lin's disciple?
They had never heard that Ye Lin had taken in a new disciple. But Taiyuan would not speak without reason, so they began to reassess the young man.
"Go on, Junior Brother. I've got your back. If anyone dares laugh at you, I'll make his head bloom."
Taiyuan said with a smile, waving at Ye Buqu. The others immediately stiffened at his words. They did not doubt their truth in the slightest. Other people might be joking with you, but Taiyuan was not. When he did something, he meant it.
With everyone around him staring at him, and seeing the look in his senior brother's eyes, Ye Buqu could only force himself to walk toward the Arena. At the same time, he made up his mind that he would never go out with his senior brother again.
This senior brother of his was far too