"Fellow Daoist, I still have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay and reminisce with you. I'll be taking my leave first."
Ye Lin gave Wang Zheng a slight wave, then headed off into the distance.
Ye Xin followed closely behind him.
Watching the two leave, Wang Zheng did not stop them.
Ye Lin was deliberately distancing himself from him; naturally, he could sense it.
He was no bootlicker. Knowing full well that others did not welcome him, how could he possibly shamelessly stick his face out and force his way forward?
After staring at Ye Lin's retreating back for a moment, Wang Zheng turned and left the place.
The two of them were ultimately not people walking the same path.
"How am I supposed to find it?"
After parting with Wang Zheng, Ye Lin wandered aimlessly across the land alone.
Looking at the endless mountain ranges below, Ye Lin continued onward. Everywhere he passed, his terrifying divine sense swept over every inch of the land beneath him with perfect clarity.
Not even the tiniest corner could escape it.
Yet he traveled for a very, very long time before barely managing to leave those endless mountain ranges.
Throughout that time, he gained nothing.
Let alone people—there were hardly any living creatures at all.
"This is... the Holy Sword Sect?"
Looking at the small island floating in the air in the distance, Ye Lin unconsciously stepped toward it.
Since he could not find it alone, he would find some helpers.
That was still far better than blindly searching by himself.
The island before him floated in the air, filled with white mist. All manner of buildings and mountains appeared and vanished within the mist.
At its very center stood a long waterfall with no end in sight. The tremendous