"What... what is going on?"
Ye Lin gripped the Emperor Sword and looked at the densely packed Human Race experts around him, speaking in a low voice.
At that moment, he had a strange premonition.
These Human Race experts had most likely come for him.
"Can't you tell? Everyone came to save you. Little brother, don't worry—this time, we'll definitely get you out."
"We understand how you feel, but little brother, you were too hasty. Even if your battle prowess is unmatched, no matter how deep your hatred, you shouldn't have come alone."
"Everyone will help you avenge your grudge against the Ancient Royal Clan in the future. You were still too impulsive."
Li Jinhuang threw an arm around Ye Lin's shoulders and laughed loudly.
"Kid, be good and come back with us. In the future, we will surely make the myriad races pay the price. Don't act rashly for now."
"That's right, kid. Come back with us. We need to consider this matter carefully."
"Kid, a strong person must possess a heart skilled in eloquence. Don't let a moment of hotheadedness drive you to do something so foolish. This time, this old man must criticize you."
"Indeed. You don't look very old, kid, and you lack experience. We'll forgive you this time. Follow us—we'll kill our way out."
The many elderly men around them looked at Ye Lin and tried to persuade him.
Their eyes were filled with gentleness.
The younger Ye Lin was, the more they liked him.
The younger he was, the more it proved that his talent was monstrously exceptional. In the future, it was not impossible for him to attain the Dao and become a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
As long as the Human Race had a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal overseeing it, the Human