After Ye Lin finished his last sentence, the figures of the three gradually faded away, ultimately vanishing from this place.
Watching Ye Lin and the other two leave, the old man looked into the distance and remained silent.
"If you ask me, why listen to them at all? He's just some little brat—don't listen to his wild nonsense. As for that fellow beside him, at most he's a mighty Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortal."
"An Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortal may be powerful, but he isn't qualified to save the world."
The old man beside the one at the very center was also hot-tempered. He immediately pointed and gestured, speaking in a fury.
"Why do you think he isn't an immortal?"
Hearing this, the old man turned to look at the elder beside him, his gaze fixing upon him.
The elder at the center was an old man with a white beard, while the one beside him had a black beard.
At this moment, the white-bearded old man who had spoken with Ye Lin was staring at the black-bearded old man before him, his eyes full of questioning.
Seeing that the white-bearded old man had become somewhat serious, the black-bearded old man was clearly wary, yet he stubbornly continued.
"Immortals? No one has ever seen one. Not a single immortal has appeared for millions upon millions of years. Just because he gathered some Immortal Qi with a single move, you rashly decide he's an immortal? And Ascension Gate being some kind of trap? What a joke."
The black-bearded old man immediately retorted stubbornly.
"During the primordial era, there was no such thing as Ascension Gate, yet didn't the mighty experts still become immortals? Besides, Ascension Gate only appeared during the ancient era."
"Yet none of the mighty experts who entered Ascension Gate ever returned.