That day, Chu Yang came to Ye Lin's side, his face brimming with excitement. Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked at the fishing rod in his hand and revealed an inscrutable smile.
"Don't worry. This is only the beginning. The big fish hasn't taken the bait yet."
Ye Lin spoke slowly. Those who had come now were merely little shrimp; the true big fish were still watching from the sidelines.
The little shrimp could risk everything, but those big fish had far more to consider. They could not simply throw themselves into the fight like the little shrimp.
Yet at that moment, a black-robed figure suddenly appeared above the utterly tranquil lake.
This person's body seemed fused with heaven and earth, without the slightest flaw to be seen.
"I am Yan Yang, Deputy Manor Lord of Blood Sword Manor. Greetings, Third Prince."
Yan Yang clasped his hands and bowed to Chu Yang. Upon hearing his title, Chu Yang looked at Ye Lin, somewhat stunned.
Blood Sword Manor was one of the Golden Crow Empire's most mysterious powers. In particular, its Manor Lord and Deputy Manor Lord—rumor had it that the Deputy Manor Lord of Blood Sword Manor had entered the True God Realm three thousand years ago.
Now that three thousand years had passed, no one knew how powerful he had become. Everyone who had seen him make a move was already dead.
"Third Prince, we have heard of your affairs. Blood Sword Manor is willing to lend you a hand, but there is one condition."
Yan Yang got straight to the point. Great powers like them disliked beating around the bush; it was better to lay everything on the table from the start.
"Please, sir, speak."
Chu Yang forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and replied steadily. If Blood Sword