"Hm?"
Hearing this, Ye Lin looked up.
At the far end of the island stood an old man leaning on a cane.
The old man's eyes were clouded, and deathly aura coiled around his entire body. At a glance, it was clear that his days were numbered.
Ye Lin frowned slightly.
The beings he had encountered on the three islands he had visited were all immortal and indestructible; even if they died, they would revive.
Yet this old man before him somehow looked as though his days were numbered.
As if he truly was about to die.
That was rather strange.
"It's me."
After saying that, Ye Lin carried the Emperor Sword and walked forward step by step.
"This old man has waited so long, and at last, you have come."
The old man looked at Ye Lin and chuckled happily.
The blood-red robe, the golden Long Sword, even his face—everything was exactly the same.
He had not mistaken him.
"You know me? Then why don't I know you?"
Ye Lin was full of confusion as he looked at the old man before him.
"It is only natural that you do not know me."
The old man chuckled. Then, with a wave of his hand, the Long Sword at the center of the island slowly flew toward Ye Lin.
An incomparably sharp Sword Qi radiated from the azure Long Sword.
Before this sword, Ye Lin could feel even the Emperor Sword in his hand trembling.
"The Emperor Sword... is afraid of it."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes.
His Emperor Sword was actually afraid of the Long Sword before him.
Just what was the origin of this Long Sword?
"This thing has no name. It has yet to be named."
"I do not know how many years I have guarded it."