The old man seemed to notice Ye Lin watching him. He looked around, then finally spotted Ye Lin standing at the very front of the warship.
He looked at Ye Lin and let out a strange laugh.
"That corpse from earlier—was that your handiwork?"
Ye Lin frowned. This information was crucial.
If it really had been this old man's doing, then it meant he possessed the ability to kill a half-step Golden Immortal.
"Of course it was. This old ancestor of yours loves bullying prodigies like you who come from those little star domains. Every last one of you is fat with riches."
"You little brat must be pretty fat too, eh? This warship alone is no ordinary item."
"Little brat, this old ancestor just finished making a move and does not wish to create more slaughter. I'll give you a choice: leave this old ancestor's warship now, and this old ancestor can choose not to kill you."
Yellow fumes seeped from the old man's mouthful of yellow teeth as he spoke each word slowly.
"Prepare to fight," Ye Lin transmitted to Dugu Feng, Poison Venerable, and Li Xiaoyao behind him.
Other than those three, the rest were unable to fight.
Among their small group, only four could truly hold their own.
"Not speaking, little brat? Looks like you've already made your choice. You prodigies from little star domains are all so arrogantly extraordinary—you never see the situation for what it is."
"This old man offered you a path to life, yet you do not know how to cherish it. What a pity."
The old man stood in place and feigned a sigh, while the experts behind him had long since grown impatient.
But when they saw that the old man still wished to keep babbling, they suppressed the restlessness