"No matter what, you must become Ye Lin's subordinate. If you fail, don't bother coming back."
After saying that, the old man flung his sleeve in anger and left.
Wang Ye rubbed his backside, twisted his waist as he stood up, and stared at the old man's departing back with a face full of resentment.
That old geezer was getting more and more heartless. He didn't even know how to hold back when he struck.
"Forget it, forget it. Ye Lin, is it? I'll go take a look and see what qualifications you have to make me, Wang Ye, follow you."
With that, Wang Ye pulled a fan from who knew where and slowly fanned himself as he left.
The old man reappeared, and only after seeing Wang Ye leave did a trace of gratification appear on his face.
Right now, all the major factions were watching and waiting. Any force that regarded Nameless Mountain as their leader or held Nameless Mountain in high esteem had sent their own prodigies to follow Nameless Mountain's prodigious disciples.
That way, when Nameless Mountain won a sweeping victory and reshuffled the board, they would be able to climb into the highest positions.
The benefits involved were simply too numerous to count.
If they could become the little followers of Nameless Mountain's sequence disciples, that would be even better.
Meanwhile, after traveling for some time, Ye Lin and his group had arrived at the Mountain-Backed Sect.
The Mountain-Backed Sect was built upon a massive mountain a million meters tall. A green barrier surrounded the mountain—the Sect Protection Array of the Mountain-Backed Sect.
All around it, Flying Boats hovered in midair, poised and ready to strike.
As time passed, the number of Flying Boats surrounding the Mountain-Backed Sect had reached thirteen.
The Mountain-Backed Sect was