"Fellow Daoist, is it worth watching?"
Just as Ye Lin was engrossed in watching the battle before him, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Both of them are quite strong. Watching their battle is greatly beneficial to me as well."
Ye Lin replied without even turning his head.
"I would say your strength is not weak either, Fellow Daoist?"
As he looked at Ye Lin, who seemed not to take him seriously at all, a flash of surprise passed through Liu Feng's eyes.
He had gone to great lengths to conceal his aura. Why did it feel as though the person before him had discovered him long ago?
"Fellow Daoist, I am Liu Feng of the Heavenward Sword Sect. May I know your name?"
Seeing that Ye Lin still had not turned around, Liu Feng found himself growing interested.
"Oh? Liu Feng—the Liu Feng ranked four hundred and thirty-sixth on the Genius Ranking?"
Only after hearing Liu Feng introduce himself did Ye Lin turn around and look at the young man before him with some interest.
What a pity. Only four hundred and thirty-sixth.
"You have heard of me, Fellow Daoist? Right, I still do not know your name."
Liu Feng's eyes lit up as he spoke.
"I am Ye Lin."
"Ye Lin... Ye Lin, that name sounds so familiar."
Liu Feng frowned, murmuring the name over and over. The name Ye Lin sounded so familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before.
But where had he heard it?
"Could it be that you are merely here to watch these two fight, Fellow Daoist?"
Looking at Ye Lin, then at the apocalyptic scene in the distance, Liu Feng could not help but speak.
"I had nothing better to do, so I merely came to enjoy the spectacle."
Seeing