At the sight of the panel, Ye Lin rejoiced inwardly. His treasure vault had arrived—Chu Yunxiao, the Child of Fortune.
"Se... Senior?"
Chu Yunxiao shook the mud from his face and stared wide-eyed at Ye Lin before him, his face full of shock. He had never expected to run into Ye Lin here.
"To think we would meet again. It seems our fate has yet to run its course. But dressed like this, you are...?"
Ye Lin covered his nose, looking somewhat disgusted. Chu Yunxiao's face instantly flushed red.
He had deliberately put together this outfit. It could block the perception of most powerful cultivators, making it his best choice for fleeing.
"Senior, farewell."
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed. In the end, Chu Yunxiao cupped his fists to Ye Lin in salute and left resolutely. Though a voice within him told him that there was something he wanted inside the cave behind Ye Lin.
The moment he saw Ye Lin standing there, however, he lost all interest.
First, he could not beat Ye Lin. Second, he still could not beat Ye Lin.
"Dragon Saliva Grass..."
Watching Chu Yunxiao's retreating back, Ye Lin's eyes clouded over. Dragon Saliva Grass was not, as the rumors claimed, something that had been touched by a true dragon's saliva.
True Dragon Saliva Grass was something stained with a true dragon's blood—a thing of extreme rarity and scarcity.
Any dragon worthy of being called a true dragon had to possess, at the very least, the cultivation of a Taiyi Mystical Immortal.
A single drop of such an existence's blood essence was enough to trigger another spiritual energy resurgence on a great star whose spiritual energy had run dry. It was utterly absurd.
After a moment of silence, Ye Lin turned and entered the cave.