After speaking, the old man glanced at the two disciples behind him.
Both disciples were at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm and were already a hundred thousand years old.
Yet their minds were still so naïve. If this went on, they would sooner or later be cheated to death.
But they were disciples he had raised himself; even if he had to correct them through tears, he still had to set them straight.
Meanwhile, just as Ye Lin was sitting with his eyes closed, regulating his breath, the door to the secret chamber was abruptly pushed open.
Hearing the sound, Ye Lin could not help but frown. A trace of displeasure flashed across his face before he turned to look.
Chen Yang approached him with a grave expression.
"Young master, something's wrong."
Chen Yang's expression was incomparably solemn, his steps heavy as he walked toward Ye Lin one step at a time.
His brows were tightly furrowed, nearly forming the character for "river."
"What is it? Take your time."
Seeing Chen Yang being so serious, Ye Lin's expression remained unchanged. He picked up a teacup from the table, slowly poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Chen Yang.
"A rumor has spread throughout Sacred King City. It seems someone already knows that you intend to challenge the Eight Suns puppet tomorrow, so many prodigies have arrived at Heaven-Facing Road ahead of time."
"They say that if you want to challenge Eight Suns, you will first have to step over their heads."
"As the uproar has grown fiercer and fiercer, there are now already nine of them."
Listening to Chen Yang, Ye Lin could not help but frown as well.
Nine people, just to stop him? What was their purpose?
"They have set up defenses on Heaven-Facing