"No, wait."
After Fu Heng spoke, he saw Ye Lin staring at him with a faint, inscrutable smile, which filled him with immense doubt. Then Ye Lin spoke.
Ye Lin was this fearless—could it really be true? Though he could not accept it in his heart, he still closed his eyes.
The entire hall fell silent. Ye Lin waited quietly for the old man.
A few minutes later, Fu Heng opened his eyes, disbelief filling them. What Ye Lin had said was true.
The Qilin Empire had truly been annihilated by the Golden Crow Empire. Even the Qilin Empire's imperial capital had been crushed into ruins.
"Believe it now? Then tell me—what exactly was that so-called surprise you mentioned back then, that thing you claimed would leave me utterly stunned?"
Ye Lin questioned him. He had not forgotten Fu Heng's tone back then. Not only had he promised to send him and Hong Batian back, but he had also promised him an unexpected surprise.
"Hahaha, this old man keeps his word once he has given it. But now, it seems that the surprise I promised you back then is no longer enough to compensate you for this time. I'll change that surprise now. I'll..."
"I'll grant you a stroke of fortune."
After pondering for a moment, Fu Heng said with a smile.
"Young friend, take this. Remember: you must keep it close to your person at all times."
Looking at the Sword Talisman Fu Heng handed over, Ye Lin was puzzled, but he still reached out and accepted it. The Sword Talisman was entirely black and exceptionally hard, but aside from those two qualities, Ye Lin could not discern the slightest other peculiarity.
"Accept this stroke of fortune. Go."
As Fu Heng finished with a smile, Ye Lin, Hong Batian,