Ye Lin showed no indulgence toward the old man's shameless behavior and cursed right back at him.
What kind of fucking idiots were these?
No respect for one's age.
The young ones were fucking idiots, and so were the old ones.
You wanted face, you wanted reason—everything had to be yours.
"Little friend, you cannot put it that way. My Heavenly Star Pavilion has paid a painful price as well."
"You have taken your revenge, and vented your anger. Let us stop here and pretend none of this ever happened."
"How about it?"
Hearing Ye Lin's words, the old man's expression did not change in the slightest. He still spoke with a genial smile.
"Taken my revenge and vented my anger? How come I did not know that?"
"You have been trying to assassinate me for so long. Were you not after my life? Unfortunately for you, this time I am after yours."
"Old bastard, why are you spouting so much nonsense? Have all those years of cultivation gone to the dogs?"
"You made such a grand spectacle of hunting me down, but now that you realize you cannot afford to provoke me, you want to bow your head and let this matter pass? How could it be that easy?"
"Earlier, I was still wondering whether you would show yourself. If you had not come out, would I not have had to search bitterly for a while longer?"
"But now, you came out on your own and saved me some time. Come to think of it, I should thank you."
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor appeared in his grasp.
Ye Lin simply held the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, pointing it at the old man before him.
"Little friend, you