"Fellow Daoist, with things as they are, I'm afraid none of us will survive."
At the edge of a vast pond, an old man held a wooden fishing rod as he quietly watched the still surface of the water.
Ye Lin stood beside him with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly watching the scene.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
A flicker of confusion passed through Ye Lin's eyes as he turned to look at him.
"Two core hubs were destroyed this time. Those demons have gone completely mad. In this old man's view, they must have sealed off the news, which is why the Heavenly Court has yet to receive word."
"Once they fail to find the culprit, every demon in the Black Tortoise Star Domain will have to die. Before they die, they'll certainly drag a few others down with them."
"As the saying goes, when the fish dies, the net breaks. When it comes to that, none of us will make it out alive."
The old man sighed softly.
Ye Lin merely raised a brow, looking utterly relaxed. Clearly, he had not taken the old man's words to heart.
None would survive?
What a joke.
"This old man has yet to ask where you came from, Fellow Daoist."
At that moment, the old man turned to Ye Lin. A glint of sharp light flashed through his cloudy eyes.
Ye Lin nodded slightly.
Then, with a wave of his hand, the Emperor Sword slowly came to rest against the old man's neck.
"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?"
Looking at the Emperor Sword against his neck, the old man raised a brow and narrowed his eyes at Ye Lin.
"Give me the key, and I'll spare your life."
Ye Lin spoke softly.
Ever since