Xia Jiang raised a brow. He had cultivated for many years and lived for many years; what absurd things had he not seen in that time? Let alone someone arriving from another world—even if the world exploded, he would not so much as furrow his brow.
"Let's hope so."
Ye Lin sighed.
He could not make heads or tails of why he had come here or how he had arrived. For now, all he could do was take one step at a time.
"If you do not mind, little friend... Forget it. Since fate brought you here, there must be a reason. I shall not keep you. The Great Xia Dynasty cannot hold you."
Xia Jiang raised his brows, seeming to want to say something yet stopping himself. His eyes held a faintly profound look as he watched Ye Lin.
Hearing Xia Jiang's words, Ye Lin wore a cheerful smile on the surface, but inwardly he cursed without end. In this life, what he hated most were people who spoke in riddles.
Couldn't he just say whatever he had to say in one go? Did he have to beat around the bush so much?
So all highly cultivated people liked pulling this kind of stunt, huh?
"Very well, I shall leave first. Thank you, little friend, for teaching my son. I have an item here that is useless to me, so I shall give it to you."
Xia Jiang seemed to recall something and took a piece of golden wood from his robes. A faint golden radiance flowed from it, and its surface was extremely hot.
Even the air around it was scorched into a faint distortion.
"Ever since obtaining this item, I have studied it for a long time without uncovering anything. Consider it my gift of thanks."
Xia