Ever since discovering Chu Ling last time, the Xuanyuan Sword had transformed into a golden bracelet around Ye Lin's wrist. It disliked the environment inside the Spatial Ring.
And now, as it watched Chu Ling quietly cradle the Crimson God Fruit in a daze, the bracelet formed by the Xuanyuan Sword kept trembling without pause.
"Was all of this arranged by you?"
Looking at the golden ring around his left wrist, Ye Lin began to form a few guesses.
Perhaps all of this had been arranged by the Xuanyuan Sword. With its power, plucking at the threads of fate would not be difficult.
After all, the Xuanyuan Sword had been that person's personal sword. At that person's realm, fate was probably no more than a plaything in his eyes.
"Don't tell me you want me to keep helping her?"
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, the Xuanyuan Sword began trembling more violently. At the same time, waves of powerful intent poured into Ye Lin's sea of consciousness; its meaning could not have been clearer.
"I already gave you face and saved her life once. If you want me to help her again, what can you give me?"
Ye Lin looked at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and spoke slowly. The Xuanyuan Sword had yet to acknowledge him as its master, so there was no way he would keep doing things for it again and again without asking for anything in return.
Although the Xuanyuan Sword was indeed of an extremely high grade and indeed carried immense prestige, Ye Lin had his own way of doing things: he only did what benefited himself.
He would never make a move for nothing in matters that offered him no benefit whatsoever.
The Xuanyuan Sword was silent for a long while. In the