Ye Lin had seen this girl before and had heard of her as well. She was Xiaoyao's disciple, named Ye Yun—a little girl with decent talent.
"Are you truly determined to protect her? Your condition is not good right now. If you persist, you may very well die."
"If you die naturally, I won't be able to obtain your divine soul. Before you die, I may kill you first with my own hands. You should think this through."
Ye Lin's imposing voice echoed in Xiaoyao's mind. If Xiaoyao were killed by someone else, his divine soul would dissipate, and all of Ye Lin's efforts would go to waste.
But if Ye Lin personally killed him with a secret art, Xiaoyao's divine soul would belong to him, strengthening his own.
"No. Give me one chance—just one chance. I want to keep her safe."
There was a trace of pleading in Xiaoyao's voice as he looked back at Ye Yun behind him, his face filled with reluctance.
If Ye Lin killed him now, Ye Yun would surely die.
He could not let Ye Yun die.
Absolutely not.
"Fine. Half an hour. I will arrive."
After thinking for a moment, Ye Lin finally said helplessly.
His heart had softened again. That was his flaw—his heart was too easily softened.
"Thank you."
Ye Lin returned his consciousness to his main body. Looking at the sea of clouds before him, he beckoned with a hand, and almost instantly, Hong Batian appeared before him.
"Make a trip to the Southern Continent."
Hong Batian nodded solemnly at those words. Ye Lin had originally planned to use a formation, but now there was no need at all.
They would cross the Endless Deep Sea. He wanted to see which sea beast dared stand in their way.
Elsewhere, Xiaoyao