"You only need to tell me where the City Lord Mansion is."
Ye Lin was speechless.
"Follow this road to the end, and you'll see the City Lord Mansion."
"There are city defense troops guarding the front of the City Lord Mansion. Too many blockheads have tried to see the City Lord over the years, so the city defense troops have developed a stress reaction."
"Be careful when you go. Don't get beaten up."
"Still, fellow Daoist, no matter what status you have, it'll be impossible for you to see the City Lord."
The young man raised a hand and pointed Ye Lin in a direction, then turned back to look at him as he spoke.
"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
Patting the young man on the shoulder, Ye Lin headed forward.
"Ah, another person who overestimates himself."
"At the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal. Who knows which family's young master he is? He's about to get beaten up too. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The young man folded his arms and watched Ye Lin's departing back, shaking his head repeatedly.
A faint, almost imperceptible sacred might coiled around him.
Meanwhile, after parting with the young man, Ye Lin continued straight ahead.
When he reached the end of the road, he saw an extraordinarily magnificent estate.
Within ten zhang around the estate, only city defense troops clad in armor patrolled back and forth.
Apart from them, the other cultivators did not dare approach.
This enormous estate before him was the very center of Xuanyuan City.
Countless figures stood ten zhang outside the estate, each cultivator remaining obediently where they were.
All for a glimpse of her beauty.
Ye Lin found the sight unbelievable.
Was it really necessary?
Those standing here were all Daluo Golden Immortals, with even Quasi-Saints among them.
They stood here