This guy was hinting at him.
For the moment, however, Ye Lin suppressed the greatest doubt in his heart. Though he had buried it, he had not forgotten it. After all, losing one's memories was simply laughable for an Earth Immortal.
For a dignified Earth Immortal to unknowingly lose his memories, what other possibility was there besides the intervention of some mighty expert with a higher cultivation?
Yet he did not seem to have offended any such mighty expert. Since he did not know, he would set it aside for now.
The warship left the secret realm, and the Holy Lord was waiting for them in the starry sky with his hands clasped behind his back. Seeing the warship emerge completely unscathed, the Holy Lord revealed a heartfelt smile.
Every time he sent these disciples into the Kunlun Secret Realm, it was a tremendous gamble. If he won, his disciples would surely erupt into brilliance for a time. If he lost, they would all be gone.
There would practically be no hope for this generation.
After all, the disciples sent into the Kunlun Secret Realm were nearly the strongest hundred of their generation. If all one hundred died, then that generation was finished. They might as well start preparing to cultivate the next one.
"Holy Lord, we have not failed our mission. One hundred disciples entered, and all one hundred remain. Furthermore, Liu Bai, a disciple of our sacred land, has obtained the inheritance of a Golden Immortal."
Hearing Gu Tianxing's words, the Holy Lord's face filled with astonishment before he burst into laughter.
"Hehe, good. Very good. A Golden Immortal inheritance—then in the near future, our sacred land will surely produce a Golden Immortal."
The Holy Lord stroked his scant beard as he spoke with a smile. Anyone who