From time to time, he would dart around Ye Lin in circles. Ye Lin refused to believe Liu Bai had no means of concealing his aura; the only explanation for such behavior was that he was doing it on purpose.
"Yo, isn't this Fellow Daoist Ye Lin? Since when did you become so bedraggled?"
Before Ye Lin could catch his breath, a gratingly smug voice sounded beside his ear. When he looked over, he saw Liu Bai reclining comfortably at the cave entrance, drinking wine from a gourd.
"You again. Every time, you lead those people right to me. What exactly do you mean by this?"
Ye Lin's face was black as the bottom of a pot as he stared at Liu Bai.
"Wasn't I doing this for your own good? I'm training you."
After saying that, Liu Bai stretched fiercely, then rose to his feet and casually dusted off his clothes.
"Those people will be here soon. Take care of yourself."
Liu Bai flashed a mouthful of gleaming white teeth and spoke blandly before turning and leaving. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
Not long after Liu Bai departed, powerful auras came streaking in this direction one after another.
"They really are like sticky dog-skin plasters. If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I'm made of clay?"
A flash of blood-light passed through Ye Lin's hand, and the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword immediately appeared within it. Terrifying killing intent radiated from his entire body, while faint roars continuously echoed around him.
At this moment, Ye Lin was like a God of Slaughter who had walked out of hell itself—utterly terrifying.
"He's inside. I've already sensed his incredibly dense aura. Fellow Daoists, grant me this chance. If we gang up on him,