"How is it? Have your injuries recovered?"
Zhang Ling'er, carrying Luo Yao in her arms, walked toward him.
"Of course."
Ye Lin nodded lightly.
He had never been injured to begin with.
"Our next step should be..."
Before Zhang Ling'er could finish, an explosion suddenly rang out from the distant void.
Within the void, an illusory figure gradually solidified.
A figure clad in a black robe and wearing a black hat slowly appeared in the sky.
"A powerful expert."
The instant she saw this expert, Zhang Ling'er faced him as though confronting a formidable enemy.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin narrowed his eyes at the man before him, his hand gripping the Identity Token.
This place was not far from the Spirit King. So long as he called for help now, the Spirit King would be able to respond immediately.
"Ye Lin, correct?"
The black-robed man slowly raised his head. Beneath the black hat was an incomparably weathered face.
His face was covered in stubble, and he looked as though he had endured countless hardships. His eyes were filled with stories.
"May I ask who you are, Senior...?"
Ye Lin was not surprised that the newcomer had identified him in a single breath. He merely bowed with courtesy.
"I am one of the Holy Palace's thirty-two Executors."
"You may call me Uncle Blade."
The middle-aged man slowly removed the black hat from his head and said with a faint smile.
"May I ask what Senior..."
Ye Lin still did not understand this man's intentions.
He knew of the Holy Palace; Nangong Xuanyi had told him about it.
It was a force founded by Saints, gathering ninety percent of the Origin Continent's top experts. It was the greatest force on the Origin Continent, without equal.
Judging from his introduction, this man held no