Ye Lin's expression remained calm. Upon hearing Ye Lin's words, Lin Ping's face immediately fell.
"Why are you so cold? Are you this cold to everyone? You should smile more, you know? Smile more, understand?"
"If you're this cold, you won't be able to find any friends, you know? You're really no fun at all."
Lin Ping complained to Ye Lin. He was already being so approachable, yet Ye Lin still acted as though he could not be bothered to respond. Who was he? He was the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect, the personal disciple of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect's Sect Master.
Countless people wanted to get to know him. Some had even knelt before him, crying and begging to become his followers. Yet no matter what he did, Ye Lin remained this cold and indifferent.
The reason Lin Ping had initially wanted to befriend Ye Lin was Ye Lin's strength. Ye Lin was a heaven's chosen of this era; being able to enter the second echelon in combat power while cultivating in this era made Lin Ping view him in an entirely new light.
Moreover, after Ye Lin became known among the transcendent factions, people had investigated him. If they had not looked into it, they would never have known; once they did, they were utterly shocked.
Every one of them had their origins arranged for them—marrow cleansing, treasures, secret arts, they could pick whatever they wanted. On top of that, mighty experts personally guided them. Everything was of the highest standard.
Combined with their own outstanding talent, that was how they had achieved what they had today.
But what about Ye Lin? His background and status were said to have been those of an extremely lowly mortal, someone who did not even possess a Spirit Root.