He had long since learned the identity of the young man before him. He was Li Shanchang—the one who would attempt to assassinate Yang Xiu half a year from now.
And so, the disciple recruitment assembly gradually came to an end. Some left brimming with joy, while others departed with disappointment written all over their faces.
Those who had passed had merely gone through the first trial. The hardships they would face next were only just beginning.
Cultivation was an act of defying the heavens. How could it possibly be easy?
In the end, Ye Lin still did not take a single disciple. His reason was simply that fate had yet to arrive, and Bai Ziran and Hong Yanran had nothing to say to that.
After all, once one stepped into the immortal realm, everyone believed in fate. When destiny arrived, it would naturally come.
Ye Lin's reason was beyond reproach.
"Oh, right. This little thing is for you."
Suddenly, Ye Lin took two pills from his robes.
"Elder Ye, these are...?"
Bai Ziran and Hong Yanran accepted the pills, their faces full of confusion.
"These are Beauty-Preserving Pills, refined with special methods and all manner of heavenly and earthly treasures. I obtained them from a secret realm."
"Though these pills are of little use to you, they are useless sitting with me as well. Consider them little trinkets."
Ye Lin said with a smile.
"Then thank you, Elder Ye. I rather like this little trinket."
"So do I. By the way, Elder Ye, according to reliable information, a Demon Emperor has just been born in the Myriad Demon Mountain Range. Things will likely grow chaotic during this period."
"So, in one month, we will be heading to the Myriad Demon Mountain Range to investigate. If Elder Ye has the