At this, Jingxin let out a sigh. In the end, what they had won was still a gamble—a gamble that Ye Lin would keep his promise.
On the way to retrieve the Heavenly Dragon Water just now, he had considered many things. He had even thought of suppressing Ye Lin here.
After all, Still Sea Temple's accumulated foundation over so many years was all here. Outside, they were not confident, but here, he was absolutely certain he could suppress Ye Lin.
Yet after pondering it for a long time, he still gave up.
The Radiant Fruit could only let Master live a while longer. But if this fellow kept his promise, then every crisis facing Still Sea Temple right now could be resolved.
Using Still Sea Temple's future to gamble on one man's conscience sounded absurd, but he had done it anyway.
The greater the investment, the greater the return.
The rougher the waves, the pricier the fish—that was the logic.
"Fine."
Hearing their senior brother lay out his reasoning so clearly, the two junior brothers could only agree helplessly.
In the end, their senior brother was still the disciple Master loved and valued most. Even the various Bodhisattvas and Arhats of Still Sea Temple treated him with great respect. Compared to him, the two of them were little more than decorative mascots.
They had no say at all.
Meanwhile, after leaving Still Sea Temple, Ye Lin hurried on horseback toward Heavenly City.
It had to be said again: the map given by Hidden Sword Pavilion was truly detailed. Even Heavenly City had been thoroughly marked out.
Heavenly City was a city jointly established under the leadership of three third-grade Dao Pill Masters, ten first-grade Immortal Alchemy Masters, and a number of other Immortal Alchemy Masters.
Heavenly City was