At the residence Wang Mingyang had arranged for him, Ye Lin looked over the simple little room and had no objections whatsoever.
At his level, the quality of one's dwelling no longer mattered in the slightest.
A thatched hut was livable, a resplendent golden palace was livable, and even with nothing at all, one could still sleep on the bare ground.
Mortals merely needed a place to shelter them from wind and rain, but cultivators did not even need shelter from the elements.
The only reason such buildings still existed was out of unconscious habit.
A bare, empty expanse did not look good, so something had to be put there.
There were habits involved, a desire to display one's status, the need for symbols—there were many reasons, in any case.
The least likely reason was sheltering from wind and rain.
"Open."
Ye Lin casually took out the Identity Token. With a wave of his right hand, a familiar vortex appeared before him.
Ye Lin stepped into the vortex and vanished.
Elsewhere, Zhang Ling'er sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by immensely terrifying power of laws.
Gleams of light flashed through her eyes, and an incomparably profound aura radiated from her entire body.
"The opportunity to break through to the Quasi-Saint realm lies today."
After entering the secret realm, Ye Lin hurried without pause toward the White King Palace.
"Young Master Ye Lin, greetings."
Ye Lin stood before the White King Palace, looking at the unfamiliar figure before him.
A middle-aged man stood before him, wearing a friendly smile.
"Where is the Spirit King?"
"His Majesty has gone to the forbidden grounds to discuss important matters with the ancestor. Young Master Ye Lin may wait in the side hall."
The middle-aged man bowed to Ye Lin, then spoke respectfully.
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