After Poison Venerable spoke, Ye Lin finally understood completely. He suddenly grasped what the old man before him meant.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old man continued.
"Hehe, it seems our Young Master can no longer wait. This old man is getting on in years. From here on, it is the battlefield of you young people. Me? I'm old—useless now."
"Since the Young Master has spoken, then let it be done. After all, the future Forbidden Void will still have to be placed in our Young Master's hands."
The old man spoke with a cheerful smile. Seeing that expression on his face, Ye Lin could not help but marvel. What a shrewd old fox.
This old man had likely known Ye Lin's intentions from the very beginning. Everything Ye Lin said, even Poison Venerable stepping forward—it had all been within the old man's control.
Forbidden Void had been trapped here for far too many years. These living beings had practically been trapped sick in the head.
And no matter what faction it was, in the end, it still depended on the younger generation.
The old man's actions were meant to build momentum for Poison Venerable, to establish his authority.
As long as this matter succeeded, the younger generation of Forbidden Void would know only one thing: their Young Master had led them out of this godforsaken place where not even birds would shit.
It was the Young Master who had personally led them away from here, and had even secured for them such a vast territory in the Northern Demon Domain.
To the living beings of Forbidden Void, who had been trapped for countless years, such temptation was fatal.
By then, there would be only one thought in their minds: Young Master Poison Venerable.
In the future, Poison Venerable's