"I know, I know. I definitely won't hold you back, Fellow Daoist. Chu Ling will repay this life-saving grace."
After hearing Ye Lin's indifferent words, Chu Ling nodded repeatedly without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright, let's go."
Ye Lin waved his hand casually. Thus, Su Yun led the way in front, Ye Lin walked in the middle, and Chu Ling followed behind, continuously swallowing various pills to recover from her injuries.
After all, she was still injured. If they truly encountered danger, she might not even have the strength to run.
"I've already saved her once. There won't be a second time."
Ye Lin said in a low voice as he looked at the miniature Xuanyuan Sword in his palm.
The Xuanyuan Sword was the Human Emperor's personal sword, a treasure of the Human Race's destiny. Ye Lin had acted once at the Xuanyuan Sword's request, which was also him giving the Xuanyuan Sword some face.
From beginning to end, Ye Lin had never regarded the Xuanyuan Sword as his own. The Xuanyuan Sword was a treasure of the Human Race's destiny, a low-grade Dao Artifact—something he simply could not suppress.
Ye Lin did not know why Void Burial had given the Xuanyuan Sword to him as a reward, so from beginning to end, he had placed himself on the same level as the Xuanyuan Sword.
He treated it like a trump card. This time, he would grant the Xuanyuan Sword a favor; the next time he encountered an unbeatable danger, he could naturally ask the Xuanyuan Sword to act.
Moreover, the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword's artifact spirit was now weak. Even if Ye Lin wanted to communicate with it, he could not.
As things stood, the Xuanyuan Sword retained only a sliver of instinctive intelligence.
After Ye Lin finished