Following Wang Mingyang, they arrived at an enormous plaza.
More than a thousand figures stood in the plaza. Men and women gathered together, yet it did not seem crowded.
Mainly because the plaza was simply too vast.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I'll have to trouble you."
Looking at these future hopes of the Wang Family, Wang Mingyang spoke with a solemn expression.
"Alright."
Ye Lin nodded, then walked down step by step. The Heavenly Mirror floated at his side as he moved alone through the crowd.
Though these Wang Family disciples curiously watched Ye Lin, after staring for a moment, they looked away and simply remained standing where they were.
Wang Mingyang stood at the highest point, staring tensely at the scene.
Please don't be any. Please, don't let there be any.
Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared on the surface of the Heavenly Mirror beside Ye Lin, and the entire mirror began to tremble.
Ye Lin stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the calm-faced young man beside him.
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Heavenly Mirror moved above the young man's head.
At that moment, the mirror's surface was giving off a blood-red glow.
"Fellow Daoist, what is this...?"
The young man looked at Ye Lin before him, then at the reddened mirror above his head, utterly at a loss.
"Have you ever left the Wang Family?"
Rather than confirming it immediately, Ye Lin asked a question that left the young man bewildered.
"Yes, I left some time ago."
"Mm. Your days ahead won't be easy."
Having said that, Ye Lin continued onward.
At the same time, Wang Mingyang arrived beside the young man.
"Follow me."
Wang Mingyang barked sternly at the fellow before him.
The young man had no idea what was