In Ye Lin's line of sight, after the cultivators around them left, the four figures slipped into the crowd and vanished without a trace.
But Ye Lin, who had kept his eyes on them all along, naturally knew where they had gone. He quietly followed behind them.
All kinds of buildings towered within the Supreme Holy Palace, making the place look immensely complicated. An ordinary person could easily lose their way upon entering.
Because they would not even be able to find a road.
Yet the four people ahead seemed extremely familiar with the place, constantly weaving between the various buildings, while Ye Lin tailed them closely.
After following them for a while, the four figures completely disappeared from sight. Ye Lin merely stood where he was, expression calm.
He knew he had been discovered.
After all, cultivators' senses were extraordinarily keen. He was not a Golden Immortal, nor did he possess any technique for concealing his form. It was only natural that he had been noticed.
"Fellow Daoist, why have you been following us all this time?"
The next moment, four men dressed in black night-walking attire emerged from the surrounding alleyways and encircled Ye Lin at the center.
They were wrapped up tightly from head to toe, with only their eyes exposed.
Moreover, the material of their night-walking attire was exceptionally special. Even divine sense could not see through it, so it was impossible to tell what race they belonged to.
"I mean no offense. Whatever your purpose is, it is also mine. This is my first time at the Supreme Holy Palace, and I am unfamiliar with the place. You seemed quite familiar with it."
"So I wished to cooperate with you."
Ye Lin spoke in a low voice. The four men pondered briefly, then nodded.
"Fine.