"Mm."
Ye Lin nodded. Looking at the little battered boat before him, he stepped aboard with both feet. Changqing behind him was eager to try, but just as he was about to set foot on the boat, the old man stopped him.
"My young friend, my apologies. My master will only see him."
Hearing this, Changqing awkwardly withdrew his foot. He could only helplessly cup his fists toward Ye Lin.
"This junior will wait here for Senior Ye. May Senior Ye have fair winds all the way."
"Mm."
Ye Lin nodded, and the small boat drifted into the distance.
The boat could isolate divine souls. No matter how the wronged souls in the river or the laws corroded it, they could not penetrate the boat in the slightest.
"Your master is the Lord of the Forbidden Land, isn't he?"
Looking at the little old man beside him, Ye Lin asked casually.
"My master is a supreme and unparalleled existence. He is the true Lord of the Forbidden Land, the nightmare in the eyes of the world, he is..."
"Stop."
Seeing that the old man had no intention of stopping, Ye Lin immediately cut him off. One look told him this old man was a rabid fan—put bluntly, a brainless fanboy.
The old man was not angered by Ye Lin's interruption. Still smiling cheerfully, he ferried Ye Lin onward. After drifting for half an hour, Ye Lin finally reached his destination.
It was a towering mountain. A man sat cross-legged atop it. No matter how high the mountain rose, that man remained the center of attention.
"Master, I have brought the person you wished to see."
The old man respectfully bowed to the figure.
"Mm. Leave."
A majestic voice rang out. Ye Lin leaped from the boat and walked toward the