The old man in the distance spoke in a chilling tone, and Yue Qingyi beside Ye Lin also grew despondent.
After spending the whole day together, she had developed a measure of fondness for Ye Lin.
After all, aside from her parents and Third Grandfather, he was the first person willing to accompany her for an entire day.
So those earlier words had indeed only been meant to comfort her?
At the same time, Ye Lin sensed an incomparably powerful killing intent locking onto him. Under that killing intent, even his Primordial Spirit trembled.
This old man, even if he was only a projection, possessed strength far beyond Ye Lin's imagination.
"I'm not trying to go back on my word. I'm simply saying that if she marries tomorrow, she will certainly die."
"If you want her to live, then you must listen to me."
"If you don't believe me, then marry tomorrow. Pretend I never said anything."
Ye Lin said calmly.
If Yue Qingyi married tomorrow, she would undoubtedly die.
If the Heavenly Dao struck in furious wrath, let alone this old man's projection—even the old man's true body would have to die.
After all, a single restriction imposed by the Heavenly Dao had trapped how many ninth-layer Golden Immortals in this world?
That also meant that this world's Heavenly Dao had long since surpassed Golden Immortals and reached a realm above them.
"A reason."
The old man still had not dispelled his killing intent toward Ye Lin.
Ever since reaching the ninth layer of Golden Immortal, no matter what race or what cultivator it was, they had to weigh their words carefully before speaking to him.
Yet this brat before him had already broken so many of his rules.
Just now, he had even dared to toy with him.