After saying that, Yun Ziyan simply kept staring at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin slowly placed his hand atop the small box.
"I agree."
"Wait!!!"
Ye Lin raised his head in confusion. He had already agreed.
What else did this woman want?
"Venerable Ye, I can't trust a mere verbal promise from you."
"Then what do you want?"
Ye Lin pushed Yun Ziyan aside and frowned.
His gaze drifted, seemingly unintentionally, toward the small box. He had already set his sights on this thing. If she refused to give it to him, then she could not blame him for taking it by force.
"Very simple. Put me at ease."
Yun Ziyan lay back in her chair, spread her arms, and slowly closed her eyes.
"Crazy woman."
Ye Lin rolled his eyes at her. Then, with the speed of a thunderbolt before one could cover one's ears, he snatched the box from the table. Cursing under his breath, he turned and left.
Only after Ye Lin had completely departed did Yun Ziyan slowly open her eyes.
"Interesting."
Elsewhere, Ye Lin sat alone atop a mountain peak, the box in his hands. Gazing at the sea of clouds in the distance, he slowly opened it.
Looking at the Sword Talisman inside, Ye Lin slowly picked it up.
What he cared about was not the true intent of the sword dao of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal contained within the box. What concerned him was whether the sword dao true intent sealed inside could allow him to take another step forward.
After all, he had long since fully absorbed the inheritance of that ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator in his mind.
If he wanted to continue advancing along the path of the sword dao, he could only painstakingly comprehend and cultivate it himself.
But this