"Where did Fellow Daoist Ye Lin come from? And how did you enter Heavenly Capital City?"
Within the passageway, the two walked one ahead of the other toward its end.
Suddenly, Ling Fan, who was in front of Ye Lin, abruptly spoke.
"You needn't know that. Just lead the way."
"Once I obtain what I want, I'll naturally leave this place."
Ye Lin did not answer Ling Fan, merely stating his demands in an indifferent tone.
This fellow's intentions were impure. It was best not to have too much contact with him.
"Hahaha, very well."
Hearing Ye Lin's cold tone, Ling Fan was not the least bit angered. Instead, he burst into laughter, then obediently began leading the way for Ye Lin.
Ye Lin had no idea how long this passageway was. In any case, he and Ling Fan walked for a very, very long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Lin finally arrived in another space.
"This is the secret chamber where the three former city lords cultivated in seclusion. After those three Evil Demons arrived, the Qilin Saint was severely wounded and brought us fleeing into this chamber."
"Because of how well-hidden this secret chamber is, those three Evil Demons have yet to discover us."
"Fellow Daoist, the one before you is the Qilin Saint."
After Ling Fan finished speaking, Ye Lin slowly raised his head and looked over.
Before him sat an old man cross-legged.
The old man was skin and bones, his face wan and weak, with dense deathly aura coiling around his body.
It was as though he might die the next moment.
"What do you seek from me?"
Suddenly, the old man slowly raised his head and laboriously opened his eyes to look at Ling Fan and Ye Lin.
"Saint, this fellow