"Just now, it was you who incited him to attack me, wasn't it?"
Ye Lin said softly.
"Senior, this junior harbors no ill intent."
There was not the slightest fear in the young man's eyes, nor the slightest apology in his tone. It was as though his words were merely a perfunctory show. He clasped his fists and bowed to Ye Lin.
"I dislike your attitude very much. I'll give you one chance to live—kneel, and you may live."
Ye Lin said blandly. He had clearly been in secluded cultivation when he was suddenly awakened, so he was in a very bad mood.
"Senior, I come from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom and am one of its core disciples. I ask that Senior show consideration for the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom's sake and forgive this junior's disrespect this time."
The young man fanned himself indifferently, as though he were merely speaking of some commonplace matter.
"Oh? Then your chance to live is gone."
Ye Lin flicked a finger, and a streak of Sword Qi slashed through the starry sky toward the young man.
Just as the Sword Qi was about to reach the young man, a withered hand seized it and crushed it.
"Sir, my young master has already apologized. Let this matter end here. If you insist on continuing, it will not be good for you."
An aged voice sounded out. The black-robed elder behind the young man took a step forward. It appeared to be a light step, yet it was as though he had crossed hundreds of millions of miles; in an instant, he arrived before Ye Lin.
The young man simply watched the scene in silence.
"Elder Wang, I've changed my mind. I happen to be lacking a means of transportation, so don't damage this warboat."