Having thought it through, Ye Lin no longer dwelled on the matter. Now that he knew the outcome, as for how to deal with the future, he would leave that to his future self.
After searching for several minutes, Ye Lin found Chu Yang hiding in a pile of grass. The dignified Third Prince of the Golden Crow Empire, the Third Prince who stood above all but one and below tens of thousands, was cowering alone in a haystack.
His golden robes were smeared with mud, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly bedraggled.
"Don't be afraid. I've already dealt with all the pursuers."
Looking at the miserable-looking Chu Yang before him, Ye Lin said with a smile.
Still shaken, Chu Yang wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. Golden light flashed over his body, and all the mud vanished. In an instant, he was once more a graceful young gentleman.
"Thank you for saving me, sir."
Chu Yang bowed to Ye Lin.
"Enough. Do you understand the importance of strength now? Don't rush—it isn't over yet. This is only the beginning."
"If you don't want to die, then try harder. The road has already been laid out for you. Now it's your turn to walk it."
After saying that, Ye Lin clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward, while Chu Yang obediently followed behind him.
"Where are we?"
Seeing the barren wasteland all around them, Ye Lin's thoughts stirred as he asked.
"Sir, we should be ten thousand li away from the imperial capital by now. This is Yellow Springs Slope."
"Oh? Yellow Springs Slope?"
Hearing that name, Ye Lin raised a brow in surprise. Yellow Springs Slope? That was quite an interesting name.
"Sir, ten thousand years ago, an unparalleled Sword God emerged from our