After arriving at Divine Capital City, Ye Lin casually found an inn and began cultivating.
Having received so many benefits from the Spirit King, he had vaguely begun to believe him a little.
There was nothing to say, nothing to ask—if anyone asked, it was simply because he had given too much.
Indeed, the Spirit King had given far too much.
So much that even Ye Lin could not help but be tempted.
After all, from the very beginning, the Spirit King had showered him with all kinds of benefits, and in the end had even gifted him a puppet at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
The reason for giving him this puppet was that the Spirit King knew Ye Lin did not trust him and feared Ye Lin would think any people he sent were there to monitor him.
So, for that reason, the Spirit King gave him a puppet at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
All Ye Lin could say was that the Spirit King was truly a man of temperament.
Truly, far too much of a man of temperament.
So much so that Ye Lin had begun to feel a slight favor toward the Spirit King.
He almost felt embarrassed.
The Spirit King had gone this far; if he still doubted him, then he would be utterly tactless.
Still, the job had to be done, and vigilance had to be maintained.
Ye Lin trusted no one anyway, but as long as there were benefits in it for him, handling the job was no problem. Nothing wrong with that.
The next moment, Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes and began cultivating.
Meanwhile, outside, the Four Great Families and the City Lord Mansion had gone completely wild.
The Four Great Families jointly issued