Changing his aura was merely Ye Lin's way of comforting himself. In truth, there was no need to go to such trouble, because he still had talismans purchased for one million Supreme Immortal Stones that could shield him from the senses of Golden Immortals.
Even an ultimate expert at the eighth layer of the Golden Immortal realm would be unable to see through his origins.
"Senior, do you have an invitation?"
Just as Ye Lin was about to enter, he was stopped by a gatekeeping disciple beside Cloud Summit Mountain.
The disciple spoke to Ye Lin with great courtesy.
"No. I had only just emerged from seclusion when I heard of this joyous occasion, so I came specifically to witness the ceremony."
"What? Does your Cloud Summit Mountain not allow people in without an invitation?"
Ye Lin frowned and casually released a trace of Golden Immortal might.
In an instant, the disciple before him turned pale.
"Please enter, Senior, please enter. I was thoughtless."
"I'll slap myself, I'll slap myself."
The disciple raised his hand in terror and struck his own face. Every slap was delivered with all his strength. In only a few moments, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his entire face had turned bright red.
"Forget it. The ignorant are not guilty."
With a sweep of his sleeve, Ye Lin walked inside.
"Thank you for forgiving me, Senior."
Only after deeply bowing toward Ye Lin's retreating back did the disciple rise again, trembling.
A Golden Immortal? He had actually stopped a Golden Immortal expert just now?
This was truly... rotten luck.
Golden Immortal experts held an incomparably exalted status on the Origin Continent. Even a first-layer Golden Immortal stood above ninety-nine percent of the living beings in the entire Third Region.
Even the master