"Where's Hong Batian?"
Seeing that Old Garden had come alone, Ye Lin asked softly.
"That fellow ran into a bit of trouble and can't get away for the time being."
Hearing Old Garden's explanation, then seeing the gloating expression on his face, Ye Lin was full of confusion.
Old Garden seemed to see Ye Lin's confusion and immediately explained.
"That fellow got carried away and charged alone into the connection between the Heavenly Demon Great World and the Xuanhuang Great World. He's now trapped by three fellows at the level of Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortals."
"However, those Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortals are trapped within the Heavenly Demon Great World and can't get out for now. That fellow isn't in any danger—it's just a little troublesome."
Listening to Old Garden's explanation, Ye Lin inwardly thought, Just as I expected. I knew it—that guy really went looking for excitement and completely tossed my earlier words to the back of his mind.
"Th-this senior is...?"
At that moment, the old man behind Ye Lin came to his side and cautiously asked Ye Lin as he looked at Old Garden.
Someone capable of casually wiping out a Three-Tribulation Loose Immortal had to be a Human Race expert.
"You can simply call him Old Garden."
"So it is Senior Old Garden."
Hearing this, the old man respectfully bowed to Old Garden.
"You've heard of me?"
Old Garden looked at the old man in surprise. When had he become so famous?
The old man was dumbfounded. He had merely been polite—did this man really have to take it so seriously?
How was he supposed to answer now? If he said he had not heard of him, he would surely offend the senior. But if he said he had, the consequences of deceiving a senior would be even worse.