"Oh? What is it, Fellow Daoist?"
The middle-aged man turned to look at Ye Lin in confusion. As for Ye Lin wanting to ambush and kill him, that was utterly impossible.
Such things might happen on other continents, but in the Northern Continent, absolutely not.
Resources in the Northern Continent were exceedingly scarce. Even a Yellow Grade Pill would be treated as an absolute treasure.
The resources you gained from risking your life to kill a cultivator were not even worth the effort you put in; the gains simply did not match the cost.
The cultivators of the Northern Continent were poorer than the next. Wasn't ambushing other cultivators all for that so-called profit?
When the gains did not match the cost, no one would do it.
For Northern Continent cultivators, even a single injury could ruin the rest of their lives. In a continent where even restoring expended spiritual energy was immensely difficult, getting injured was truly adding frost to snow.
Thus, ambushes and killings generally did not exist, unless the two sides were mortal enemies.
"Where in the Northern Continent do cultivation forces gather?" Ye Lin asked calmly.
"Cultivation forces gathering? Fellow Daoist, don't tell me you've just come out of seclusion?" The middle-aged man looked at Ye Lin with an odd expression, his tone strange, as though he were looking at a primitive man.
"Oh? To be honest, Fellow Daoist, I truly have just emerged from seclusion. I was in closed-door cultivation for three hundred years; things have long changed beyond recognition," Ye Lin said, going along with it.
Upon hearing Ye Lin's words, the middle-aged man understood. Northern Continent cultivators were immensely tragic; countless cultivators chose deathly seclusion in order to halt the depletion of their spiritual energy.
It was all to prolong their lifespans and