Over the next few days, Ye Lin constantly shuttled through the various districts, his purpose being to scout the area.
From his observations, the Central Land was completely enclosed by an enormous city wall. The wall was incomparably thick and protected on its surface by the power of a quasi-saint; there was no way he could force it open with brute strength.
The city wall itself was likewise covered in the power of a quasi-saint.
However, every district had a gate leading inside.
Ye Lin's only opportunity lay in these twenty gates leading into the Central Land.
But every gate was heavily guarded. Not easy to deal with.
Inside a teahouse, Ye Lin sat sipping tea as he pondered what method he could use to infiltrate the place.
It truly stumped him.
Ask Luo Yao for help?
Forget it.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Ye Lin would never ask Luo Yao for help.
For one thing, this kind of experience was itself a form of cultivation.
For another, he regarded Luo Yao as his own little sister, so naturally he would not use her abilities to achieve his own goals.
Most importantly, if he had to ask Luo Yao for help in everything, then what the hell was he cultivating for?
He might as well have Luo Yao protect him directly.
Ye Lin was an extremely hardworking person. If he could handle something himself, he would absolutely never rely on outside help.
It was like the panel store—he simply refused to touch it.
There were clearly many good things inside, but to Ye Lin, none of them were good things.
Simply put, Ye Lin would rather suffer hardship than take a shortcut.
Experience was also part of cultivation.
Cultivation was grueling. It was not like one could close their eyes