He was still in the Xuanhuang Great World, so he still had to give the proper respect.
However, Ye Lin reckoned that if he went all out, he could probably contend even with a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal.
Hong Batian was trapped by two Eight Tribulations Loose Immortals. That was probably why he did not dare act too openly.
Otherwise, two Eight Tribulations Loose Immortals would never have been able to trap that fellow.
"Young friend, since you are here, why not come in for a chat?"
At that moment, an aged voice came from the glowing mountain range before him. Hearing it, Ye Lin smiled faintly and stepped forward, his body entering within.
Old Garden, meanwhile, sat cross-legged in the void and began healing his injuries. He had originally intended to recuperate, but Ye Lin had dragged him here in one swift motion. Now, at last, he could heal in peace and quiet.
After entering the transcendent faction, Ye Lin arrived at a peach grove. Within it, there was only an old man seated beside a table.
A wine jar stood beside the old man, and three words were engraved upon it: Peach Blossom Brew.
"Young friend, this is a fine wine I have treasured for many years. Ordinary people would not even have the chance to lay eyes on it. All these years, I could never bear to open it. Today, thanks to you, it may once again see the light of day."
The old man stroked the wine jar, his face full of reminiscence.
Ye Lin stepped forward and sat beside him.
The old man before him was a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, an existence standing at the pinnacle of the Xuanhuang Great World. From him, Ye Lin sensed a feeling of pressure.
This old man could