"Ye Lin still hasn't made a move? Has he contacted the Shu Mountain Sword Sect? Has he contacted the Dugu Clan? Has he contacted..."
Li Changsheng frowned as he looked at the young man before him and fired off question after question.
"No, none of them. The Shu Mountain Sword Sect has shown no movement, and neither has the Dugu Clan."
The young man below reported with a solemn expression.
At that, Li Changsheng grew even more puzzled. Ye Lin had done absolutely nothing—just what medicine was he selling in that gourd?
Could it be that Ye Lin had given up? Three days had already passed, yet Ye Lin still had not made a single move.
No, that wasn't Ye Lin's style.
"Send a few more people to challenge them. If they can't win, they run. Under Ye Lin, only Li Xiaoyao is worth looking at."
"But so what if it's Li Xiaoyao? Round after round, we'll wear him to death. Advance the army... ten thousand star miles. I refuse to believe Ye Lin can still sit tight."
After pondering briefly, Li Changsheng spoke softly.
Watching the young man's departing back, Li Changsheng's lips curled upward. Since you refuse to move, I'll force you to.
The only one you can use right now is Li Xiaoyao. There may not be many experts under my command comparable to Li Xiaoyao, but we have numbers.
When the time comes, we'll fight you in relay battles. Even if we can't kill you outright, we'll grind you to death.
Advance the army ten thousand star miles and pile on the pressure.
With those two measures combined, he refused to believe Ye Lin could still hold his breath.
What he wanted was to force Ye Lin to seek aid from the powers behind him. The