"Greetings, you three."
The prodigies, Ye Lin included, smiled and returned the greeting.
"I heard Fellow Daoist Ye Lin also attended this banquet and even forcefully slew Leng Yifan. I wonder where Fellow Daoist Ye Lin is? Why not come out and meet us?"
Dongfang Ling slowly rose to his feet, a faint smile on his face as he spoke softly.
The other two beside him merely smiled without a word.
"I'd long heard that Dongfang Ling had the slightest connection to the Stone Clan. I didn't expect it to be true."
"The moment Dongfang Ling arrived, he started looking for Ye Lin. What is he trying to do? The drunkard's interest lies not in the wine."
"Who knows? But here, Dongfang Ling won't make a move."
"What a joke. Ye Lin's strength is anything but ordinary. Would Dongfang Ling really be that foolish?"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding prodigies began murmuring among themselves.
No matter how lofty their status, they could not escape the urge to watch a spectacle.
"Ye Lin greets Fellow Daoist Dongfang."
Ye Lin stepped forward and cupped his fists toward Dongfang Ling.
"Oh? So you are Ye Lin? A dignified bearing, handsome features, and an extraordinary aura."
"Mm, very good."
"I heard you challenged Leng Yifan. When Leng Yifan refused to fight, you forcefully slew him?"
"If I were to challenge you now, would you accept or refuse?"
Dongfang Ling looked at Ye Lin with a half-smile.
A faint, nearly imperceptible chill flashed through his eyes.
"Since Fellow Daoist Dongfang wishes to play, I am naturally willing to keep you company."
Ye Lin stood where he was, utterly fearless.
So what if he was a descendant of a Daluo Golden Immortal?
If he wanted to kill him, he would kill him all the same.
"Overbearing,