Li Miaoling, held in Li Xiaoyao's arms, had a faint blush flash across his face.
As Ye Lin walked at the very front, he gradually noticed something was wrong. The farther they went, the stronger these resentful spirits became.
The resentful spirits at the edge had not even been able to get close to him just now, yet these ones could actually approach within thirty feet of him.
Moreover, these resentful spirits were already enough to give True Immortals a headache.
"Could there be resentful spirits at the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal level ahead?"
Ye Lin could not help but think so. These resentful spirits were growing far too powerful, and they were already very close to the territory of the Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan.
If they encountered resentful spirits at the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm here, a great battle would inevitably break out. The disturbance from that battle would certainly alert the Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan.
That would be more loss than gain.
Had they not chosen this route precisely to avoid letting the Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan discover their tracks?
If a battle still broke out and the Seven-Colored Heaven-Devouring Python Clan discovered them anyway, what would be the point of coming this way?
"Kid, what else do you know?"
Thinking of this, Ye Lin turned to look at Bao Xiaotou. This little fellow had done plenty of preparation; he must have already made plans before coming here, so Ye Lin wanted to ask for his opinion.
Judging by his age and cultivation, calling Bao Xiaotou a little fellow was exceedingly appropriate.
"Uh, well..."
Bao Xiaotou was startled when Ye Lin suddenly questioned him. Then he lowered his head, hesitating.
"Forget it, then, if there's no way."
Seeing Bao Xiaotou's expression, how could Ye Lin not understand