Looking at the fellow, Ye Lin rubbed his brow with a headache, while the two women behind him watched the scene with curious expressions.
Taiyuan had such a powerful master, and you never said so? You made us suffer alongside you for a whole ten thousand years.
"Stop crying. Let's go."
In the end, Ye Lin flicked his sleeve and turned to leave with the three of them.
The moment they emerged, Ye Lin saw people covering the mountains and plains. Countless figures holding weapons had densely surrounded them.
"May I ask where Your Excellency comes from?"
High in the sky, a middle-aged man dressed in lavish robes looked at Ye Lin and asked.
The disciples standing around him gripped their weapons tightly, staring fixedly at Ye Lin.
They looked as though, with a single command from the middle-aged man, the surrounding disciples would swarm in and chop Ye Lin and the others into mincemeat.
"Disperse."
Ye Lin slowly uttered a single word.
In an instant, the densely packed figures around them scattered through heaven and earth like dust.
In the blink of an eye, the figures filling the sky vanished one after another, as if they had never appeared at all.
"Th-this... this..."
The two women behind him were utterly dumbfounded by the sight.
He was this strong?
There had even been peak experts at the eighth layer of the Golden Immortal realm among them.
They all died just because he said one word?
That was far too unreasonable, wasn't it?
This was a little too...
"I can save you once, but I cannot save you a second time. You will have to walk the road ahead yourself."
"Remember—be careful in all things."
After saying that, Ye Lin took a step forward, and his figure gradually became illusory.
"Master,