"You know your limits. That's good."
"You may all leave now. Make your preparations—something may very well happen in the next few days."
"When the time comes, do what you can. If you can't win, don't get dragged into a prolonged fight. Just run."
As the ancestor spoke, he cast Ye Lin a subtle glance.
At first, he had treated Ye Lin no differently from the other powerhouses. But the war several years ago had completely overturned his impression of Ye Lin.
It also made him admire Ye Lin even more.
He had been willing to suffer grave injuries himself just to kill the other party.
That spirit was something he greatly admired.
In his eyes, once a great war began, anyone might flee—but Ye Lin absolutely would not.
Because this fellow was ruthless.
Those words had been meant for Ye Lin as well.
He hoped this foolish child would not risk his life fighting like he had last time.
"We shall take our leave."
Ye Lin and the other three rose to their feet and bowed to the ancestor before them. Then they turned and departed one by one.
As for what the ancestor's glance had meant just now, Ye Lin neither knew nor wanted to know.
In any case, whether war broke out or not made little difference to him.
If war came, he would fight. If he could not win, he would simply run. And if no war came, then so be it.
Fear?
From childhood to adulthood, Ye Lin had never known how to write the word fear.
After returning to Xuanyuan Peak, Ye Lin glanced at the powerhouses seated below and paid them no further attention.
What became of these people in the future had nothing to do with him.
Moreover, according to his own