After saying that, Ye Lin clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and swaggered away.
Watching Ye Lin's departing back, Taichu shook his head helplessly. This kid already had disciples' disciples by now, yet as for himself... sigh.
Why didn't this kid find a Dao companion? Could it be that, in the vast Xuanhuang Great World, there was no one worthy of catching his eye?
But when he thought of Ye Lin's achievements, Taichu understood. Ye Lin's accomplishments had already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the younger generation. There truly was no woman worthy of him.
What a pity, what a pity. He likely would not live to see the day Ye Lin found a Dao companion.
His lifespan was still long, and so was his hope. At worst, he could take in a few more disciples. What was the big deal?
Ye Lin made his way step by step to his residence. Looking at the dwelling before him, he casually waved a hand, and the formation dispersed.
A familiar sight entered his eyes. This was his residence.
Entering the residence, he saw the tables, the stools—everything seemed as though it had never changed. Yet the place was exceptionally clean, as if someone had been constantly tending to it.
"Once I finish cleaning Master's residence today, I'll go have another round with that Nine Heavens Savage Bull. I refuse to believe I can't kill you."
"You ram my ass every day. My butt still hurts because of you."
At that moment, a mutter came from behind Ye Lin. The next instant, Ye Lin felt something crash into his back.
Ye Lin slowly turned around and looked at the young man behind him.
The young man held a broom in his hand. His face was bruised and swollen, and he