"Fellow Daoist, I presume you are Human Race as well. I am Shi Xiujie of the Human Race."
Shi Xiujie bowed to Ye Lin and gave his name.
"I am Wang Gang. Thank you very much for your help just now, Fellow Daoist."
Ye Lin spoke slowly. When traveling outside, if one did not have a few false names, one would be too embarrassed to claim they were out making their way in the world.
Perhaps Shi Xiujie was not the young man's real name either.
"Hahaha, it was merely a casual act. Fellow Daoist, do not be so rash next time. I'll be going."
Shi Xiujie laughed heartily and waved at Ye Lin before stepping into the Holy Treasure Pavilion.
"Master, Xiao Lan deserves death. Xiao Lan failed to inform Master in time just now. Xiao Lan deserves death."
At that moment, Xiao Lan came before Ye Lin with a face full of terror, fiercely slapping herself across the face, her expression brimming with fear.
She was now Ye Lin's slave, with her life and death entirely in Ye Lin's hands. Ye Lin had suffered such a great loss of face because she had failed to notify him in time. If he killed her in a fit of rage, then her death would be for nothing.
"It's fine. It isn't your fault. Let's go."
Looking at the deeply self-reproachful Xiao Lan, Ye Lin merely waved it off indifferently, then entered the Holy Treasure Pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back.
Xiao Lan followed closely behind him as she watched his retreating back.
Upon entering the Holy Treasure Pavilion, they found themselves before an enormous space filled with treasures, each one encased within a transparent barrier.
At that moment, a young man approached Ye Lin, his face wearing an