Now, every few steps Ye Lin took, he could see groups of three or so prodigies watching one another warily.
Even among prodigies of the same realm, there were always differences. As the saying went, there was always someone stronger than you.
In Ye Lin's eyes, these prodigies were all in the lower ranks; only Poison Venerable was worthy of his notice.
The higher his cultivation grew, the more arrogant Ye Lin became.
If he had to cower when his cultivation was low and still cower when it was high, then hadn't his cultivation been raised for nothing?
"There are still fifteen shichen left. After fifteen shichen, we'll enter the final five shichen. By then, it'll be too late even if you want to leave."
"These people are all watching and waiting, gauging the overall quality of this batch. Once the final five shichen arrive, some will leave. They're all afraid of dying."
"But during this time, there will also be fools who come looking for trouble, or resort to underhanded means that cannot see the light of day. So we need to stay alert."
Finding an open patch of ground, Eastern Deity sat cross-legged and spoke gravely to Ye Lin and Dark Night. His eyes swept toward three Hidden Assassins in the distance, filled with vigilance.
The Hidden Assassins were a race naturally suited to assassination. From the moment they were born, their bodies were half-ethereal. As their cultivation rose, their bodies would gradually become fully ethereal, until in the end, their bodies no longer existed in this world.
Unless they exposed themselves voluntarily, no one could discover their true forms.
Unless the gap in cultivation was too great.
They were an exceedingly troublesome race.
"Still have to wait fifteen shichen?"
Ye Lin did not have much of an