"Shameless! That's our spoils of war."
"Heh, how naïve. Your spoils of war? Are your names written on them? Dare you say you've never done something like this before?"
Silence. A sudden silence.
He really had done it before.
From the time he began cultivating until now, he had experienced countless secret realms. Not only had he snatched monsters from others before—he had done it plenty of times.
"We're all birds of a feather, so don't point fingers at each other. If you want someone to blame, blame yourselves for being too careless."
"Exactly, exactly. If you don't want to die, then get lost now. We'll spare your lives."
The people who had reaped the benefits earlier shouted loudly. They did not want to offend these people beyond all repair, either.
These people were all prodigies from minor star domains, and they possessed quite a few protective treasures. If they were truly driven into a corner, they might actually draw Golden Immortal experts here.
"Get lost? You're the ones who should get lost. Do you really think this young master got here by luck? Along the way, I've encountered dangers ten thousand times worse than this. What does this amount to?"
"Kill! Why waste words with them?"
Even as they fought, they continued hurling insults at one another.
But any intelligent person would have noticed that, although these prodigies had been dragged into a life-and-death struggle, no one dared to strike a killing blow.
After fighting for so long, not a single person had fallen.
"Fellow Daoist, you're quite strong. Your strength reminds me of an old friend. That old friend may already have reached the True Immortal realm by now, no?"
Before Ye Lin, a young man spoke with a smile, a trace of nostalgia flashing through his eyes.