"Could this be that peerless prodigy?"
Looking at the figure at the very center, Ye Lin glanced around, then stepped onto the chains and walked toward that figure.
"Young one, don't come any closer."
At that moment, a weak voice rang out. Ye Lin's heart jolted, and he stopped in the middle of the iron chain, his eyes fixed warily on the figure.
He was actually still alive?
"Young one, the fact that you found this place means that you and I are fated."
At this moment, the man raised his head. His long hair hung loose behind him, and his clouded eyes stared at Ye Lin. His entire body was covered in horrifying wounds.
"Senior, you..."
Ye Lin looked at the man in astonishment. There was a huge bloody hole in the man's chest. There was nothing inside it, indicating that his heart was already gone.
The bloody hole had long since dried up, without even a drop of blood remaining, leaving behind only a gory scar.
"Young one, I have waited ten thousand years. At last, I have waited for someone fated. Are you willing to listen to a story?"
The old man's voice was filled with desolation, while a glimmer of hopeful light flashed through his dim, lifeless eyes.
"Senior, please tell it."
Ye Lin sat cross-legged in the middle of the iron chain and nodded. This man's condition was somewhat unstable; it was better not to approach him.
"A very, very long time ago, there was a small mountain village. In that village were two households, and the heads of those households were good brothers who had grown up playing together."
"They made an agreement: if they each had a son and a daughter, the two would become husband and wife; if they had sons, they