The man patted the woman's butt in front of him and said with a laugh.
"You're courting death."
That act directly enraged the old man. Gripping his long saber, he charged straight at the man, who merely waved a hand dismissively. Three men wearing black conical hats appeared before him.
The three men held long iron chains in their hands, then rushed toward the old man.
In an instant, the four of them were locked in battle.
"Hm?"
On the other side, Ye Lin looked at the man before him, who was holding a long saber to block him. Smiling, he turned and slowly sat down on a stool behind him.
The man, meanwhile, shot Ye Lin a smug look.
"The three breaths are already up. Can you actually do it or not? I gave you the chance, but you couldn't seize it."
Watching the fierce battle in the center, the man said with a grin.
The old man, entangled by the three men, was furious. Yet no matter how enraged he became, he could not break through their encirclement.
The three men's chains seemed to have eyes, tormenting him beyond measure. One moment of carelessness, and he would be bound by them.
Once those chains wrapped around him, he could only wait for death.
"Soul-Hooking Envoys? Experts under the Third Prince... I never thought the one who wanted me dead would be the Third Prince?"
At that moment, the old man's astonished voice rang out, and the man burst into laughter.
"So what if you guessed it? That's right—the Third Prince is the one who wants you dead. Now that you know, you can die with your eyes closed."
"Your strength isn't much, but your names sure sound impressive."
Ye Lin chuckled to himself. These people were not all