"Please, both of you."
After speaking, Ziyun made a slight gesture toward Ye Lin and Dugu Feng. Ye Lin merely smiled and nodded, then took a single step, already arriving above the holy city.
Looking down, he saw countless buildings of every kind stretching beyond sight, along with cultivators of all races coming and going.
The entire place was bustling beyond compare. From time to time, cultivators clad in long purple armor patrolled through the skies.
"You two, what are you doing? Don't you know that, aside from disciples of the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace, no one is allowed to fly within Purple Cloud Holy City?"
Suddenly, an angry rebuke rang in Ye Lin's ears.
Ye Lin lowered his gaze and saw a young man approaching with his arms folded, sizing him up from head to toe.
"Your first time in Purple Cloud Holy City, right? Let me remind you—unless you're a disciple of the Purple Sky Heavenly Palace, outsiders aren't allowed to fly here."
"Since it's your first offense and you didn't know, I'll let it slide. Get down there quickly."
The young man swept his gaze over Ye Lin and Dugu Feng, his tone gradually softening.
How should he put it? These two looked like the sort who were not to be provoked at a glance.
"Wang Xiao'er, gotten cocky again while I was away?"
The next moment, a crisp voice sounded out. Ye Lin clearly saw the young man's body tremble upon hearing it.
Then Ziyun walked over from behind Ye Lin with her hands clasped behind her back. The young man's face filled with shock when he saw her, his lips trembling nonstop.
His eyes were full of fear.
"Zi... Ziyun, you're back from your trip?"
The young man called Wang Xiao'er spoke tremulously.
"That's right,