This was also what he could not understand.
Why had Ye Lin not discussed it with them before acting? Why?
They might seem to hold a slight advantage now, but if those Golden Immortal factions struck back, people like them would be completely unable to withstand it.
They might be prodigies—prodigies once held in the highest esteem by major factions—but the foundations of those Golden Immortal factions were enough to drive one to despair.
The foundations accumulated by Golden Immortal factions over countless eons were enough to make their scalps prickle.
After all, some of them had come from Golden Immortal factions themselves and knew their foundations inside out.
Only once one knew did one understand how terrifying they truly were.
Ye Lin was forcing them onto a dead-end road out of sheer wishful thinking.
"I naturally have my reasons for doing this. If any of you are afraid, you may leave now."
"I won't force you."
Ye Lin looked at the Skeleton Clan prodigy below him, his tone cold and grim. If they were afraid, they could leave.
Did they think he would fight for them for nothing? Dream on.
He was not even a native prodigy of the Demon Domain.
Strictly speaking, he belonged nowhere. He was merely a wanderer of the Star River Cosmos.
Whether they were prodigies of the present age or smugglers, what did any of that have to do with him? The only thing he cared about was his own interests.
So long as they did not harm his interests, he would not interfere with them. But if they harmed his interests, then sorry—either leave on their own, or he would personally strike them down.
That was Ye Lin's principle for navigating the world: everything began with himself.
"Fine, I'll leave. What you're doing