"Everyone, you've followed me for so long. Isn't it time you showed yourselves?"
Over a desolate wilderness, Ye Lin stood alone in the sky and spoke softly.
The moment his words fell, ripples spread through the surrounding void as figure after figure stepped out of space.
Each of them radiated an immensely powerful aura, one that brought an overwhelming pressure upon anyone who felt it.
Eighteen figures wore animal hides and bared their upper bodies. Golden light shone from their entire forms; even their skin was golden, its surface covered in streaks of golden runes.
Directly before Ye Lin stood a young man with a smile on his face. Not a trace of aura leaked from his body, making him appear no different from an ordinary person.
"Benefactor, we come from the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect. The Buddha of our sect has personally requested to see you. We hope you will come with us."
The young man standing before Ye Lin spoke with a smile.
Yet beneath his tone lay a sliver of unquestionable authority. It did not sound like a negotiation, but more like a death order issued to Ye Lin.
"Oh? And what if I refuse?"
As Ye Lin looked at these people, a faint alarm rose in his heart. Their methods were anything but simple—so quickly, they had already traced him down.
And they had even located him with such precision.
Not simple at all.
"Benefactor, I am Heartless. These around us are the Eighteen Arhats of our sect. Once the Eighteen Arhats Grand Formation is deployed, even if you grew wings, you would find it impossible to escape."
"Benefactor, this humble monk does not wish to resort to force. Please do me the honor of accompanying this humble monk."
Seeing Ye Lin's attitude, Heartless showed no