"Alright. You've agreed to both of my conditions. For now, I can follow you."
"Please forgive me, but I cannot address you as Master."
The artifact spirit's voice was somewhat bashful now. Even it felt that it had gone too far.
"It's alright. I understand. Besides, Divine Sword Dao Venerable is also someone I wish to surpass."
Ye Lin said excitedly, every bit the actor.
Seeing Ye Lin's expression, the artifact spirit was even more satisfied. Look at him—what a good child. The more it thought about it, the less human it felt.
What a pity. They were not fated... If they had been...
"Then, Senior, I'll take my leave first."
After Ye Lin spoke and received the artifact spirit's consent, his divine consciousness withdrew from the blood-colored space.
The moment Ye Lin left the blood-colored space, he seized the hilt of the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. Then, with a fierce pull of his right hand, he immediately drew the Long Sword.
At that moment, Ye Lin also sensed the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor's innate Blood Baleful aura—an aura naturally accumulated through the slaughter of countless living beings.
He could scarcely imagine how many living beings Divine Sword Dao Venerable had killed with the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor to accumulate such an immense Blood Baleful aura.
Even though he had gained the artifact spirit's acknowledgment, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor's overwhelming Blood Baleful aura still shocked him.
He believed he had killed more than enough living beings throughout his journey, yet compared to the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, he was like a petty shaman before a great sorcerer.
Ye Lin waved the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor a few times, growing more satisfied the more he looked at it.