His face hardened as he exerted force, wrenching his entire body free from the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
Qin Hua swiftly widened the distance between himself and Ye Lin. Then, utterly ignoring the destructive power gradually spreading through his chest, he fixed his eyes tightly on Ye Lin.
He was waiting for Ye Lin—waiting for Ye Lin's answer.
Though the Demon Domain was vast, with the Central Domain connecting it all, the geniuses of their four great regions had always kept in contact with one another, and information flowed between them with extraordinary speed.
Whenever anything significant happened in the Northern Continent, they would generally learn of it, allowing them to make corresponding preparations while secretly keeping track of the development of the other regions.
With a peerless genius like Ye Lin emerging, they should have received news of him at the very first moment.
But why? Why had there been no news at all?
Why? Why did they know nothing of the Northern Continent possessing such a genius?
Unfortunately, none of those questions would ever be answered. One look at Ye Lin's icy gaze made that clear.
Still, this was not really Qin Hua's fault. Even within the Northern Continent itself, not many people knew Ye Lin, since his rise had simply been far too recent.
Although the Central Domain was the bridge linking the entire Demon Domain, one must not assume that it was small because of that. In truth, the Central Domain was not small in the slightest.
Calling it boundless would not be an exaggeration.
And to a True Immortal, a hundred years was no more than the time it took to take a nap or enter seclusion.
Across the entire Northern Continent, few people knew Ye Lin, let alone knew his identity and