After standing above the firmament in thought for a moment, Ye Lin headed back to where he had come from.
This trip was bound to be a long journey. There was a chance he might never return.
He had to take Luo Yao and Ye Xin with him.
And Zhang Ling'er as well.
Along the way, great battles were erupting throughout Buddha Prefecture, countless powerful cultivators slaughtering one another in every corner.
Everything was still the same as before.
Yet as he watched all this fighting, Ye Lin came to understand.
He should leave. He had truly arrived in Buddha Prefecture.
Without stopping for rest, Ye Lin hurried all the way toward Mara Temple.
After five hours of travel, Ye Lin arrived at Mara Temple once more.
Mara Temple was incomparably peaceful.
Buddha Prefecture was now a complete mess, yet Mara Temple could remain so tranquil. That alone was enough to show just how powerful Mara Temple was.
"Fellow Daoist, how was it? You made quite a haul on this trip, didn't you?"
As he headed toward his former residence, he had barely taken a few steps when he saw Wang Mingyang approaching from ahead.
Wang Mingyang was staring at Ye Lin with narrowed, smiling eyes, his grin exceedingly lecherous.
"Not bad. I just ran into an unlucky fellow and nearly died outside."
Ye Lin spoke as calmly as the drifting clouds and gentle wind.
But whenever he thought of Wang Zheng, he grew angry.
Because of that fellow, he had wasted one precious favor.
Otherwise, if he had kept the Qilin Saint's favor, it would surely have been able to help him pull off something huge in the future.
But no matter how angry he was now, it was of no use.
"Elder Wang, I'm leaving."
After glancing at