"The war inside is about to end too."
Liu Bai jerked his chin at Ye Lin, signaling him to look inside. The Three-Eyed Sacred Clan disciples still capable of resisting were growing fewer and fewer, and every one of them was wounded.
Countless corpses lay scattered among them, a sight of utter misery.
This was war.
"It's good that it's ending soon. Good."
Ye Lin nodded, thinking to himself. He was not yet qualified to take part in a war of this scale, but once the embryonic form of his domain became truly complete, he would be inferior to no one.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists. This poor Daoist is White Crane."
At that moment, a voice reached Ye Lin and Liu Bai's ears. Both turned their heads and saw a young man in white robes, with a white beard, smiling at them.
The description sounded strange, but that was exactly what he looked like—a youthful face with a wisp of white beard. He appeared rather odd, yet a faint, transcendent aura drifted around him.
"What do you want?"
Ye Lin frowned at him. When that voice had entered his ears just now, he had not even noticed someone standing behind him. That was simply too frightening.
"This poor Daoist comes from White Cloud Temple. I observed that the two of you are fated with me, so I wish to form a good karmic bond with you both."
White Crane stroked his white beard with a smile. An unusual gleam flickered in his eyes; anyone could tell at a glance that he harbored ill intent.
"Oh? Go on."
Ye Lin subtly put some distance between himself and the man. This person was far too strange. Better to stay farther away.
"It's very simple. This poor Daoist wishes to gift the two benefactors