"Cough, cough... I wouldn't dare."
Taiyuan pretended to cough to defuse the awkwardness. Hong Batian had definitely been led astray by someone—he was already an Immortal Realm powerhouse, yet still so childish. Pah.
During this time, Ye Lin traveled across the entire Xuanhuang Great World, bidding farewell to friends from his past. They agreed that, one day, they would meet again among the Star River.
May you and I sail through a thousand sails and still return as youths.
"I know it. Your future will surely be one I can only look up to. Go on—spread your wings and fly."
Within Nameless Mountain, Taichu smiled at Ye Lin before him. He spread his arms, as though cheering for Ye Lin's future.
Ye Lin merely smiled. Among those in this world who had truly treated him well, Taichu definitely counted as one.
But now, Taichu's temples had turned gray. It seemed that, over these years, he had worried himself sick for Nameless Mountain.
After all, Nameless Mountain's current situation was rather awkward. It occupied too vast a territory, yet its strength was insufficient to defend it.
Ever since Ye Lin had stepped in and slain the Lizard God Patriarch, certain forces had visibly become much more restrained. Though they made no moves openly, there were certainly plenty of schemes in the shadows.
Those little underhanded tricks alone were disgusting enough.
In the end, it was because Nameless Mountain had exhausted all its reserves.
And now, Nameless Mountain's only true top-level combatant was Taichu, a peak Mahayana powerhouse. There were also two Mahayana cultivators in closed-door seclusion, staking everything on a final breakthrough.
Such strength would undoubtedly be overwhelmingly powerful before ordinary factions, but before transcendent forces, it was far from enough.
Yet the territory occupied by Nameless Mountain was even greater