In the plaza where the sermon had been delivered earlier, Ye Lin watched the two sides fighting high above the heavens, lost in thought.
"Young friend? Young friend?"
Just as Ye Lin was pondering something, a ball of light slowly gathered behind him. At last, a figure gradually emerged.
An elderly man in white robes stood behind Ye Lin, a fly-whisk in his left hand, watching him with a kindly expression.
"You are...?"
Seeing the old man, Ye Lin warily took several steps back.
This fellow radiated an incomparably profound aura. Judging from that aura alone, he could crush Ye Lin to death with a single finger.
Too... damn... strong.
San Zang and the others beside Ye Lin reacted just as he did, all retreating several steps and staring warily at the old man.
They had even begun gathering strength in their hands.
The moment anything seemed wrong, they would immediately... run.
"I am the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Young friend, shouldn't you return what belongs to my Heavenly Sword Sect?"
The old man smiled and held out his hand toward Ye Lin.
"What thing? I don't know what you're talking about."
A flicker of confusion crossed Ye Lin's eyes as he shook his head.
"Young friend, this is hardly the conduct of a gentleman. This old man saw everything with perfect clarity just now."
"The Enlightenment Sacred Lotus of my Heavenly Sword Sect is the treasure that safeguards our sect. This is no small matter—you cannot take it away."
Seeing Ye Lin preparing to deny it, the old man put on an angry face and glared at him.
The moment those words fell, San Zang and the others abruptly looked into the distance, then turned back to Ye Lin with utterly incredulous expressions.
Their eyes seemed