"Grandmaster!!!"
The moment Taiqing saw Ye Lin, she completely broke down. Tears streamed down her face as if they cost nothing, and she ran straight toward Ye Lin, throwing herself into his arms.
"Grandmaster."
Ye Lin's face was filled with heartache as he looked at the woman in his embrace.
She was none other than the daughter of Taiyuan, his eldest disciple.
He was also immensely surprised to encounter Taiqing here.
But seeing her in such a state made Ye Lin's heart ache terribly.
Still, there was a trace of relief in his eyes. After ten thousand years apart, she had grown up—and had even successfully entered the late stage of True Immortal.
Even Ye Lin was inwardly shocked by such a rate of advancement. As expected of someone born with a heaven-defying Fate Rank.
His own Fate Rank had been acquired after birth. If one truly compared them, he naturally could not match those born with Fate Ranks.
Such a heaven-defying Fate Rank also represented peerless, monstrous talent.
Yet Ye Lin secretly let out a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had made it in time. Otherwise, he would have had to watch Taiqing fall before his very eyes.
"Grandmaster, Little Nine is dead. He died protecting me."
"Little Eight is dead too. Back then, she loved following behind me the most."
"Grandmaster, I want to cry. I really want to cry."
"Child, don't cry. Your grandmaster will stand up for you."
Ye Lin gently patted Taiqing's shoulder in consolation.
Yet his heart twisted in pain.
The next moment, an incomparably terrifying killing intent erupted from Ye Lin's body, nearly freezing the surrounding space into something tangible.
"Young Master."
Only then did the nine people behind him barely arrive. They had been traveling together earlier, but Ye Lin had