"Ye Lin? Ye Lin, first on the Golden Rankings?"
Xuanyuan Tufeng frowned as he looked at Ye Lin, his tone thick with suspicion.
After all, none of them had ever met Ye Lin. Now, someone suddenly appeared claiming to be Ye Lin—their first reaction was naturally disbelief, even doubt.
"Fellow Daoist, that joke isn't funny."
The bald Martial Fool's tone was laden with threat.
Though they had never fought Ye Lin, merely seeing the dazzling record displayed on the Golden Rankings was enough to make them wary.
Yet the man before them looked utterly ordinary, with nothing remarkable about him. He remained deeply suspicious.
"Junior Sister, where did you find this fool?"
"But what surprises me even more is that you didn't die. You were lucky enough to survive, yet instead of hiding yourself away, you actually delivered yourself right to my door."
"My dear Junior Sister, should I call you stupid, or should I call you foolish?"
Mei Jiaojiao looked at Su Qingyu beside Ye Lin and spoke to herself, her tone dripping with mockery.
"You say you're Ye Lin? Then how about the two of us have a go?"
Ye Tian, who stood closest to Ye Lin, wore a face full of surprise as he lightly crooked a finger at him.
"Heh..."
Seeing such childish behavior, Ye Lin gave a cold laugh. Then, regardless of how everyone reacted, he continued walking toward the Fusang Tree.
"Such audacity!"
Noticing Ye Lin's movements, Xuanyuan Tufeng let out an angry roar that made even the void tremble.
Yet this did not slow Ye Lin's steps in the slightest.
"Ignoring me? You'll pay the price."
Ye Tian's face darkened. This man had ignored him from beginning to end, making him feel as though his dignity had been pressed to the ground and