Ye Lin had just been about to go around the fellow when the guy suddenly blurted out another remark.
Hearing that, Ye Lin abruptly stopped and turned around.
"Why do you say that?"
"Hehe, I say that to everyone who comes in."
The old man chuckled at Ye Lin. When he opened his mouth, only a few scattered teeth remained, making him look utterly miserable.
"I can see that your days are numbered too. Cherish the last of your time."
With that, Ye Lin ignored the old man and continued deeper inside.
Old bastard, putting on this mystic act in front of me.
Trying to play ghost and god before me? Sorry, I, Ye Lin, don't buy that.
"Playing ghost and god."
As she passed the old man, Zhang Ling'er suddenly spat out the same words.
Watching the group continue deeper along the ground, the old man smiled faintly and closed his eyes again.
"Young people these days... they just won't listen."
"Silent Ridge is only half the size of the Endless Icefield. At our current speed, it'll probably still take some time to leave Silent Ridge."
As they walked, Ye Lin's brows gradually furrowed.
Demonic qi ran rampant here, and who knew what kind of great terror lurked within it.
He did not dare take to the air and fly across it.
There might not be any quasi-saints, but there were many Demonic Beasts at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, enough to cause him considerable trouble.
Just like Death Valley before—faced with numbers like that, even his scalp would go numb.
"If we keep walking, we'll get out eventually."
In contrast to Ye Lin's wariness, Zhang Ling'er seemed utterly carefree.
Like Luo Yao, she was the sort who feared neither heaven nor earth.
Yet Ye Lin paid Zhang Ling'er's