Leaving Dragon Tiger Mountain

"Tsk, Taichu, oh Taichu, your disciple truly lacks manners. This time, I shall have to fleece you properly; it has been far too long since I last tasted your Immortal Brew."

"Trading a treasure of my Dragon Tiger Mountain for a jar of your Immortal Brew—that isn't asking too much, is it?"

The middle-aged man watched Ye Lin's retreating back, muttering to himself.

From the very moment Ye Lin and Toutian had stepped onto Dragon Tiger Mountain, he had sensed them, and Ye Lin's identity had long since been known to him.

Did they truly think a Dao Integration True Lord was so easily fooled?

If that were the case, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion of the ancient era would never have fallen.

He and Taichu were close friends; naturally, he knew that Taichu had taken on a new disciple, and he was well aware of who this Ye Lin was.

He had been preparing to go and meet him, yet he never expected their first encounter to be under his very nose, with the boy stealing his belongings.

This was truly troublesome.

"The lad beside Ye Lin possesses some rather peculiar methods. It seems Ye Lin has stumbled upon another opportunity recently. To think that an old codger like you would take in such a fine disciple—even I am starting to feel envious."

"His cultivation is as solid as a block of iron, and his physical body is at the Nascent Soul Peak. I fear no one of the same rank could stand against him in battle. Tsk, I am truly envious."

"However, Immortal Brew, here I come."

After the middle-aged cultivator finished speaking, his entire body slowly dissipated into the heavens and earth.

Throughout the entire process, not a single soul had noticed him.

Ye Lin retraced his steps