Ye Lin knew this was the Human Race's final chance for him, so he agreed without the slightest hesitation this time.
This was the last opportunity. If he failed to seize it, the Human Race would truly settle accounts with him.
After all, if one were to strictly and seriously reckon it, his behavior counted as being grass that bent both ways.
"Very good."
Seeing Ye Lin agree without hesitation, a smile could not help appearing on the old man's wrinkled face.
Since Ye Lin could agree so readily, the Ye Lin before him truly was a good child.
"Since that is the case, make your preparations first. In a hundred years, we will launch a counterattack against the Heavenly Court."
"When the time comes, follow us and destroy the Heavenly Court."
"My Human Race has been oppressed for far, far too long. From this day onward, my Human Race will rise completely, standing above all the myriad races."
As the old man spoke, his voice grew louder and louder.
Ye Lin merely nodded faintly.
He had not experienced the ancient era, nor had he experienced the Human Race's despair, so he simply could not empathize with the old man before him or the Human Race as a whole.
Every era had its own stories, and the people of one era could not understand the stories of another.
This was destiny, a pattern, a law.
"Alright, I'll be leaving first. If you have nothing to do, you may come to the Holy Palace. This old man knows your circumstances as well, so I will not reveal your relationship with us."
"Only after a hundred years will I release the news that you, Ye Lin, have completely pledged yourself to my Human Race—no... that you have returned to my Human Race."