The old man before him possessed combat strength roughly comparable to the early Mahayana Realm. Yet his body was riddled with extremely severe hidden wounds. If not for the Human Race's Fortune's Favor sustaining him, he would likely have died long ago.
His combat strength was also barely comparable to the half-step Mahayana Realm. If he fought with everything he had, he could still briefly recover to the Mahayana Realm.
"Little Friend Ye Lin... may I address you that way?"
After pondering for a moment, Elder Wang spoke.
"Whatever."
Ye Lin waved a hand casually, showing that he did not care. It was merely a form of address.
"Then, Little Friend Ye Lin, where did you come from? You are of the Human Race, yet there is not the slightest trace of the Human Race's Fortune's Favor around you. Can you tell me? What is your purpose in coming here?"
Elder Wang looked at Ye Lin before finally asking.
Even after all this time, he still could not see through Ye Lin. It was as though a fog shrouded Ye Lin's body, blocking him and preventing him from seeing anything at all.
The more this was the case, the more mysterious Ye Lin appeared in his eyes.
"I came from beyond the heavens. As for my purpose here—it's to help you. We are both Human Race. I will let you stand once more at the pinnacle of this world."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, Elder Wang's hand trembled. Quite a bit of tea spilled from the cup.
"My apologies."
Elder Wang looked at Ye Lin with an apologetic expression, while inwardly he was utterly shocked.
Let the Human Race return to the pinnacle? That was a dream—a dream that could never be realized.
Back then, he had risen from