Just then, a group of people flew over Ye Lin's head. They wore black-and-white garments and looked exceedingly mysterious, while the man at the front was even more enigmatic.
"These clothes... people from the Yin-Yang Divine Sect?"
Looking at their attire, Ye Lin fell into thought. Then his expression froze—black and white corresponded perfectly to yin and yang. That was it. The group overhead was from the Yin-Yang Divine Sect.
If he had not acted just now, the woman before him would have been rescued by the Yin-Yang Divine Sect. Fortunately, he had moved first.
"Which fellow Daoist is below? Show yourself?"
At that moment, the leading man in the sky abruptly fixed his eyes on Ye Lin below and spoke in a deep voice. Since Ye Lin had made a move earlier, the Sword Qi lingering in the air had yet to disperse, exposing his presence at once.
"Come down and meet me."
After Ye Lin spoke, the people above exchanged glances. In the end, they nodded and descended to the ground.
At once, they saw Ye Lin seated on a stone and the woman kneeling before him.
Then, seeing the three corpses around them, they more or less understood what had happened. A hero saving a beauty.
"Fellow Daoist, what refined leisure. I am Lin Ping, Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect. May I ask how Fellow Daoist is addressed?"
The man at the front clasped his fists and bowed to Ye Lin, speaking in a deep voice. He appeared quite courteous.
If one wanted a heavenly prodigy to treat them as an equal, the minimum requirement was matching strength. Ye Lin before him was very strong. Though he fell short of Lin Ping by a thread, he was still qualified to stand on equal footing with