"Young Master."
In the next moment, Mo Yun clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Ye Lin. At this moment, he was completely convinced. A loss was a loss.
No wonder his master had kept suppressing him and refused to let him come. Was this the strength of a peerless prodigy? They were clearly both True Immortals, yet he did not even have the strength to fight back.
At this moment, bitterness touched the corners of his lips.
So the combat strength he had always been so proud of was utterly insignificant before a true prodigy.
Mo Yun was not the only one thinking this. The prodigies who had come with him all shared the same thought.
So strong!!!
"Alright, since—"
"Me, me, me! And me! Meng Meng of the Fox Race."
Before Ye Lin could finish, Meng Meng, who stood behind him, raised her hand and spoke in a soft, syrupy voice.
Seeing this, Chen Changfeng could not help covering his face with one hand, pretending not to know her.
Too embarrassing. No... too embarrassing for a fox.
"Alright, and Meng Meng. Since everyone is here, it is time for us to set out."
Ye Lin smiled gently at Meng Meng. Whenever he saw Meng Meng, he could not help thinking of that silly girl who had waited for him for a hundred years. He wondered where that silly girl had run off to.
But that silly girl's methods were unfathomable, as elusive as gods and ghosts. She should not be in any danger.
She had vanished without a word.
"Young Master, outside, there are also..."
At this moment, Chen Changfeng stepped close to Ye Lin's ear and spoke softly.
A sharp glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes when he heard Chen Changfeng's words, and he waved a hand.