"I hope you won't disappoint me."
The Qilin Clan Chief gave Ye Lin a long, deep look.
This time, he was wagering the entire Qilin Clan on Ye Lin.
As for why he said this, and where he found the courage, he had considered it from many angles.
First, Ye Lin was an Invincible One. Invincible Arts were hard to come by; fortune, talent, and temperament were all indispensable, but fate was the most crucial of all.
Many prodigies wanted to cultivate an Invincible Art but never even got the chance. He did not believe an Invincible Art would choose a coward.
Second, Ye Lin wielded the Xuanyuan Sword. He was recognized by the Human Race's supreme treasure of fortune and could even command the power of the Human Race's fortune.
Third, Ye Lin had the support of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect behind him, was on excellent terms with that brat from the Dugu Clan, and seemed to have some connection with the newly emerged young master of the Forbidden Void. With such a background, it was the Qilin Clan that was reaching above its station.
Even if Ye Lin lost this battle, he would still have at least two Golden Immortal factions behind him to catch him. When the time came, they could also look after the Qilin Clan. The Qilin Clan might suffer grievous losses, but it would be far from a crisis of extinction.
After all, every Golden Immortal faction had been passed down for hundreds of millions of years. They would not collapse so easily.
But what if they won? Then they would gain the entire territory of the Western Demon Domain. Such vast lands would surely allow the Qilin Clan to soar into the heavens; taking another step forward would not be impossible.
Exchanging