Five thousand years ago, Ye Lin had stood at the center of the storm, with the entire Demon Domain watching him. But what about Ye Lin now? No one paid him any heed at all.
With Ye Lin's current status and standing, he could not even be bothered to receive them.
"Heh, Senior, do you truly believe the rumors from outside?"
"Believing every whisper of wind and every report of rain is not a good habit, Senior. As a powerhouse, I know you possess the ability to make your own judgments."
"Along the way, I saw that Buddhist and Daoist cultivators were entrenched throughout most of the Western Demon Domain. I know the reason behind it, and in your heart, you know it too."
"So, Senior, please consider it carefully. If you are unwilling, I will not force you. I only hope that you will not regret it in the future."
Ye Lin smiled as he looked at the person above and spoke calmly.
Rumors? Only an idiot would believe them.
"Impudent! You are merely a greenhorn brat—how dare you speak to our clan chief like that?"
"Know where you are. Show some respect in your attitude."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, cold snorts rang out from all around. An overwhelming pressure bore down upon Ye Lin.
"Hmph."
Li Xiaoyao gripped the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers and abruptly stepped in front of Ye Lin. Alone, he withstood the towering pressure in full, his eyes filled with defiance as he stared at the people in the hall.
Seeing Li Xiaoyao standing firm as a mountain, the expressions of the powerhouses in the hall varied.
The pressure they had unleashed together would have left even a peak Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal in a sorry state, yet this brat remained unmoving as