Ye Lin strolled through the Boundary Sea, following the direction the old man had pointed out earlier.
Judging from the old man's reaction just now, Ye Lin knew that the pure-blooded True Dragon might truly be worth little—its value was not high.
After all, the old man had clearly known the pure-blooded True Dragon's location, yet he had shown not the slightest interest.
He had no idea what Master wanted that thing for.
Still, in order to complete the mission, Ye Lin obediently continued onward in search of the pure-blooded True Dragon.
The mission lay before him; no matter what, he had to see it through.
As he walked, following the old man's earlier instructions, Ye Lin traveled for a full five years.
Yet as he went on, more and more cultivators suddenly began appearing around him.
Ye Lin had seen the vast majority of these cultivators before.
They were the people who had come to watch when he fought Baili Tusu earlier.
Though he had merely swept them with a casual glance at the time, every face he had seen had been committed to memory.
The farther forward he went, the more figures there were.
Ye Lin knew then that this matter was certainly not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Since Master had sent him here, there had to be some deeper intent behind it.
As it happened, Ye Lin also wanted to find out what exactly these people had come here for, and what their purpose was.
Could it be that everyone was here for that so-called pure-blooded True Dragon?
"Fellow Daoist, what have you come here for this time?"
Ye Lin casually grabbed a nearby figure and asked.
The young man was left thoroughly bewildered by Ye Lin.
Whenever people traveled far from home,