Figures moved all around, each person chatting with another. Ye Lin stood alone amid the crowd, looking rather out of place.
But Ye Lin had no mind to care about that. He had mainly come to see whether the captured people were Wang and the others.
The next moment, a group of young men dressed in identical uniforms approached through the crowd.
"Senior, your seat is at the very top. Please come with us."
After respectfully bowing to Ye Lin, the leading youth spoke softly.
"This... let's go."
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Lin still nodded and followed the group before him.
"Senior, as a venerable Golden Immortal, you have an exclusive seat. You needn't stand together with these people."
"You should have informed us before coming, so that we could have welcomed you properly."
The young man beside him spoke with great politeness.
People from these major powers had one advantage: they were courteous to everyone.
And toward the strong, they were even more courteous.
Do not be fooled by how powerful and well-founded a faction with an eighth-layer Golden Immortal was. The more powerful a race was, the more polite it tended to be.
Their guiding principle was generally: make many friends, make few enemies.
Perhaps a kindness shown today might win them a future powerhouse.
Following the group through the crowd, Ye Lin eventually arrived atop a tall tower. Climbing upward along it, he reached the highest position.
It was a platform suspended in midair.
From here, he could overlook half of Cloud Summit Mountain. Everything below was clearly visible, and the view was excellent.
All around were youths, middle-aged men, and elders.
Every single one of them was a Golden Immortal cultivator.
"Senior, this is where you belong. If you need anything, please feel free