"What should we do?"
Ye Lin slightly raised his head and looked at Ghost Shaman Venerable in the distance.
Everything these people had done was for him. If he did not show some backbone now, he would inevitably chill their hearts.
"Oh?"
Hearing the change in Ye Lin's tone, Ghost Shaman Venerable slowly raised his head, his dead-fish-like eyes turning toward Ye Lin.
The moment Ye Lin met Ghost Shaman Venerable's gaze, he felt as though some great terror had fixed its eyes upon him, sending waves of chill down his back.
"If you want a reason, come take it yourself."
After saying that, Ye Lin ignored Ghost Shaman Venerable and continued walking forward.
The people behind Ye Lin were equally stirred. How great was the prestige of the Eight Suns in Sacred King City, in the Thousand Cities Alliance?
Very, very great. Whoever encountered the Eight Suns had to treat them with utmost courtesy.
Yet this was the first time they had seen Ye Lin so disdainful of Ghost Shaman Venerable, one of the Eight Suns. At once, courage welled up in their hearts.
If Ye Lin trembled in fear before the Eight Suns, how could he speak of challenging them next? He might as well hurry home, wash up, and go to sleep.
"Bold indeed."
Seeing that Ye Lin did not put him in his eyes at all, Ghost Shaman Venerable grew furious. He had always stood high above others; everyone who saw him treated him politely.
This was the first time anyone had looked down on him.
Ghost Shaman Venerable slowly waved the flag in his hand. In an instant, the entire street turned black, and countless evil ghosts emerged from the black mist.
They howled at Ye Lin, their miserable, inhuman cries making everyone's scalps tingle.