"Your injuries are far too severe. If not for some mysterious force sustaining your life force, you would have died long ago."
Zhuge Yun stirred the tea leaves in the boiling water and muttered to himself. Beside Ye Lin lay a small purple beast.
As the core of the entire grand formation, Ye Lin had suffered the greatest damage. Even Heavenly Immortals could not withstand a True Immortal's glance, much less an Earth Immortal.
If not for the mysterious force within Ye Lin continuously flowing through his body and preserving that final thread of life force, Ye Lin would likely have been doomed by now.
Even so, Ye Lin would not awaken anytime soon.
Zhuge Yun had done all he could. What remained depended on Ye Lin's own fate.
Time flowed on. Autumn passed into winter; seas turned to mulberry fields.
In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.
"How dangerous do you think this trip will be?"
Within a lush, verdant forest, a young man frowned as he looked at the old man beside him.
The old man held a battered Compass in his hand, acting all mysterious and muttering as he stared at it, his brow deeply furrowed.
"That shouldn't be possible. It can't be. The previous readings were all great fortune—why has this one become a calamity of great misfortune?"
The old man muttered to himself, while the young man beside him wore a speechless expression.
"Seriously, you used to run with my master. How can you be this useless?"
The young man looked utterly exasperated, even a trace of disdain in his eyes as he looked at the old man.
"You brat, you still dare mention that bastard Ye Lin in front of me? That ungrateful scoundrel Ye Lin—I helped him so much, but afterward,